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Imagine : Sam comforts you after a bad breakup

Sam Winchester X Reader

Having him and then loosing him hurt worse than never having him at all. You were in love and he just didn’t care, simple as that. He hurt you, cheated on you. He was the very scum of the earth for all that he did, yet you were the one in tears, wishing things would have gone differently. A part of you wished he wouldn’t have left, but you knew it was for the best. It would just take time for your heart to catch up with your head.

“(Y/n)?” Sam was at your bedroom door. He’d been checking in on you every so often, worried sick. It drove him crazy to see you like this. You were so strong, so brave, and an incompetent pig was able to bring you to your knees. “Can I come in?” Hopefully, his hand fell on the doorknob. You wiped the sleep from your eyes before making an ‘mhm’ sound, and then Sam was there. You noticed Dean right behind him and you nodded a bit, letting him know it was okay to join.

“So do you want anything to eat? I can go grab some burgers? Hell, I’ll run to the store and get all of the stuff I need to make your favorite meal, how does that sound?” Dean sat beside you, leaning back against the headboard. You didn’t feel like eating, but you knew you had to at some point. Sleeping all day and all night wasn’t going to help you.

“That sounds good.” You tried to smile at him. Dean wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you a quick hug before heading out the door. You looked up at Sam as he fiddled with his thumbed, thinking of what to say to you. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a mess, I just-”

“Don’t apologize. (Y/n), I have something to say and if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will.” Sam seemed almost conflicted. That worried you, but you nodded for him to continue. “You’re amazing. You’re everything beautiful the world has to offer in one body. You’re the sunset and the stars, the thunder and the ocean. You can be soft and compassionate or a storm no one would dare waver into. You can make me laugh until I can’t breathe. You bring out new sides to people. (Y/n), you’re the best thing to ever happen to Dean and I. We love you, and when I say that, I don’t just mean we care for you, I mean we would do anything for you. We would set the world on fire for you. You’re everything to us.” Sam was spilling his heart out and you could see all of the emotions on his face. He really meant every single word and that had you in tears. “He couldn’t see those things in you. He had a chance at heaven on earth and he took advantage of your heart. I know it hurts. I know you don’t feel like it now, but someone like you deserves someone so, so special.” You were in his arms before he could even finish, holding onto him tightly.

“I love you, Sam.” You mumbled into his shirt, tears streaming down your cheeks. He’d just told you everything you needed to hear and you were so grateful.

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

             Modern AU: Video Blogger Lafayette x Reader

Word count: 3210 (I got very carried away.)

Disclaimer: Google Translated


    A notification lit up your phone while dinging. Rolling over, you mentally smack yourself in the face as the time read ‘1:00 AM.’ Checking the notification, a “Youtube” logo took over the screen then followed by a black and white screen. 
        “Hello mes amours!” a stunning man appeared on screen. You fiddled with the volume so your roommates, Eliza, her boyfriend Alexander, and your freckled friend John Laurens, wouldn’t wake up. The video continued on after you pressed play. 
        “Exciting news! I get to go to America to visit mon meilleurs amis (my best friends)! Oui! Je suis très excité (I am very excited)!” the man beamed on, smiling a wide, toothy grin. “There is Eliza, elle est une femme très intelligente et merveilleux (She is a very intelligent and beautiful woman) and she is letting me stay with her so I don’t have to travel far from my two other friends Alexander and John!” You couldn’t decide if you were to grin or let your jaw go slack.
        “Is Lafayette, the man I’ve been talking to everyday since last year, talking about MY Eliza and MY John Laurens!? The grinning, French heart throb is going to be rooming with us!?” You unknowingly, let your jaw go slack. In the room next to yours, you hear a man verbally groan then slam his fists against the wall. 

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Kitten D.S

Warning: Contains cute balls of fur

(Damon Salvatore. Reader and Damon buy a kitten together!)

Word Count: 967

“Do we have to do this?” groaned Damon just as we hopped out of the car, I slammed the passenger door and stared at him with my eyebrow raised. He had been complaining the entire way and it had certainly put me on edge, especially since today was supposed to one of the best days of our lives and he was ruining it by being a sod.

“What are you talking about of course we are doing this!” I replied, harshness in my tone to make my point clear. This very reason we were here today had been an ongoing debate between Damon and I for the past few weeks and it had seemed that I had won, considering we were already standing outside the location.

“But Y/N, babe all it’s going to do is cause a massive mess and stink up the house” by now I had left Damon in the carpark and made my way to the curb. I spun around and smiled.

“Damon just come on, we’re doing this and you never know maybe you might actually like the idea as soon as we get in there” I encouraged while Damon took my hand in his. He mumbled a short ‘doubt it’ before dragging me inside like the grumpy vampire he truly was.


We soon entered a busy reception area and much to Damon’s disapproval all sorts of various animals and their owners surrounded us in the waiting chairs. Loud barks, chirps and meows echoed throughout the space making me smile. “Aren’t they cute?” I asked and looked towards Damon.

“Adorable” he said, the sarcasm in his tone made me nudge him playfully, just as I did a pretty young lady approached us and from the name tag on her shirt I assumed she worked here.

“Can I help you guys?” she inquired.

“Ah yes- Olivia, we would like to adopt a kitten please.” Damon huffed at the word causing the young girl to chuckle. She nodded and motioned for us to follow her into the backroom. I was beyond excited and I knew as soon a Damon held one of the fluff balls he would be too.

Every animal in every cage had caught my eye and I found myself having to to keep my eyes glued to the floor so I wouldn’t get any other ideas. While Damon walked nonchalantly, not taking any notice of the barking puppies and wailing felines, I couldn’t get enough of them.

“Here you are miss” said Olivia who stopped in front of a door, I gazed at her and then towards the door expecting something to be there, before I could question her motives she pushed it open and motioned for us to walk in. Without a second to lose I dragged Damon in behind me.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” I screamed and hugged Damon’s arm tightly, “Look at them all!”. There were dozens of tiny kittens in the small room, all different shapes, sizes and colours. I calmed myself so I wouldn’t scare the helpless animals as I approached them.

“Maybe we should bring Stefan one, he loves animals” joked Damon causing me to turn around and glare at him, “It was joke love, you know ha ha”, I ignored him and reached for a tiny black kitten that had caught my eye.

“If you’ll excuse me, I must get back to the front desk. When you’ve found one you like please come to the front and we’ll fill out the paperwork” she announced before leaving the room. I couldn’t stop smiling and I couldn’t believe we were actually here, I mentally praised myself for using sex against Damon to get to this point- it was a win-win situation.

“This is amazing” I whispered, not exactly sure who I was talking to but wanting to say something, I peered over at Damon to see a small smile had reached his lips while he gazed at the small fluff balls bouncing around the room. I knew he’d come around eventually to the idea, I mean afterall he came around to me.

“Found any you like?” he questioned snapping back to his old self and trying to sound bored with the whole idea of adopting our very own kitten, I grinned and nodded.

“This one” I spoke which captured his attention, he strolled towards me and smiled at the tiny kitten which was playing with my fingers. Before he could say anything I handed it to him and said I was going to go sign the adoption papers, he didn’t say anything but I knew he couldn’t agree more.

I eventually found Olivia and told her we had picked one and were ready to take her home, she was overjoyed and immediately got everything ready. After signing the papers and checking we had everything we began walking back to the room to retrieve both my babies.

“So, you’re boyfriend?” she questioned checking to see if she had gotten our relationship status correct, I nodded for her to continue. “Is he excited?” I laughed abruptly.

“I think deep down he’s excited in his own way but Damon isn’t exactly an animal lover- I practically had to drag his down here to get this bundle of joy” I confessed, Olivia looked slightly taken back but didn’t say anything as we reached the door. I half expected Damon to be on his phone or trying to get away from the small creatures however when the door was pushed open my eyes widened.

Damon was sitting cross-legged on the floor with the black kitten in his hands, he held her up to his face and was nuzzling her and kissing her head affectionately. “Oh my god” I whispered to myself trying not to disturb the two of them.

“You were saying?”

Hope you liked, sorry it was short

“Yoongi~” You sang, skipping to the doorframe of the room he was busy in.

“Hm?” He grumbled, writing away on a piece of paper.

“Wasn’t today such a nice day?” You smiled, slightly jumping in excitement.

“The weather was nice, yeah.” He nodded, still not turning around.

You played with his white t-shirt you had on; it draped over your body, down to your mid thigh. “Was I pretty today?”

“Extremely pretty, jagi.” He answered, “You did your makeup differently—I noticed. Why did you dress so differently today? You know I don’t like really girly things on you unless there’s a valid reason.”

You raised your eyebrow slightly, “So you didn’t like it?”

“No, I did. I’m just saying if it’s not a special occasion, what’s the point?” He erased what he wrote.

“What would count as a special occasion?” You fixed your red lacy bra under his shirt.

“A birthday, a party, if you have to make a good impression—I don’t know.” He shrugged.

You dropped your facial expression: you thought he was just messing around with you—pushing your buttons to get a reaction from you like he always does. There was a hint of playfulness in his voice when he did this, though. The more he spoke to you now, the more you noticed his voice was as serious as when he spoke about his music. “What day is it?” You asked, clutching at the bottom hem of the shirt tightly. This is the test—the last thing you’ll ask to know for sure.

“I don’t know. Friday?” He took his snapback off and set it on the desk.

You felt tears threatening to spill over, and you bit your lip to keep them in. Two years.. “Okay.” You squeaked, running to the room you shared. You felt the warm tears begging to role down your cheeks as you ran down the hall. When you reached the room, you crawled into bed and hugged your legs after pressing your knees to your chest. Squeezing tightly, you continued your light sobbing. Two years it’s been since Yoongi asked you to a date; where it all started.


“Hey, (Y/N).” Yoongi called you.

“I’ll be back,” You looked to him, touching Jin’s shoulder lightly. “I’ll help you later, alright?”

“I wanted to know how to make that recipe for the boys for next week, you have enough time.” He smiled kindly at you, “There’s no rush.”

You smiled back, hugging him as you departed. “Yes?” You tugged on your shirt exposing your stomach.

“Let’s go out later,” He put his hands in his pockets.

“What?” You scoffed.

“Let’s go out.” He repeated, “Well, not really out. I’m gonna take you to the studio to listen to some songs I’ve been working on; is that fine?”

“I guess..” You looked at him with a puzzled face. Why you? Why so abrupt?

“So when the hyungs leave, I’ll take you.” He nodded, “You can go back to Jin now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning on your heels to Jin. “Noona, noona!” Jungkook yelled, “Watch me!” You watched as he did some weird dance with Tae: they held hands, putting their weight on either side to hold each other up as they flared their arms out gracefully. “Did I do well?” He hopped over to you, looking at you with hopefully eyes.

You giggled while nodding, “Perfect, Jungkook.”

“Argh!” Tae grunted while running to you, then lifting you over his shoulder and spinning around a couple times. He walked with you like you were a prize, “Look hyung—I caught your lover.” He told Namjoon.

“Yah! Put her down,” He ordered, sipping from a water bottle.

“Yeah, put her down.” Yoongi agreed, “She’s not his lover anyway.”

“You don’t know what happens between us when you’re off writing lyrics,” He smirked, popping a chip into his mouth.

He just rolled his eyes, sitting down next to Namjoon. “Can you take me back to Jin, please?” You tried to look at Tae’s face instead of his back.

“Okay!” He chirped happily, skipping over to Jin and setting you down.

“I actually think it’s time for us to head back to the dorm, don’t you guys think?” Jin spoke, putting his arm around you. “You can explain everything to me tomorrow.”

“She’s coming with us.” Yoongi said, “More like me.”

“Huh?” Jimin scratched his head, stopping his playful wrestling with Hoseok.

“You don’t have to know everything,” Yoongi glared at him, “Let’s just go, alright? I have music to work on,”


You wiped your moist cheeks with your wrists, dropping them as if they were deadweight on your calves. You had switched positions to sitting cross legged—like a small child. You looked up as an attempt to keep the tears from falling, you succeeded and looked back down. You noticed how the makeup you had on still smeared and began to wash away from your tears—staining your arms with black.


You watched Yoongi’s lips, waiting for his tongue to pop out and lick them as he spoke quickly—moving his hand at the pace he was going at. He was holding his notebook tightly in his hand, reading as he rapped his lyrics. Finally, when he had put the notebook back down he looked up at you. He looked at you dead in the eyes, “How was it?” He asked, quickly licking his lips.

“It was really good—I liked it.”

“I think I’ll keep this one for a better time,” He grabbed his pen, tapping it on the paper gently. “What should I call it?”

“I think you should wait to name it,”

“Maybe.” He mumbled, skimming though his words again. He sighed heavily, “I haven’t worked on this for long, but I really like it. I have a handful of songs that I’m proud of, and I wanna get them out there. I just have to wait for a good time,”

“You seem eager,” You laughed as he got slightly upset he wasn’t able to do as he wanted.

“I hate waiting—especially for something like this.” He set the pen down.

“When you wait for a longer amount of time, it’ll make whatever you’ve been waiting for even more satisfying.” You said lowly, watching his hand just lay on the desk. You sat there in silence, but it didn’t feel as awkward as it was expected. Yoongi didn’t talk much, so somewhere in your mind you knew this would happen eventually. This has been a unique date: occasional conversations on the ride here, another boy leaning his head on you, and no physical contact as you watched him work. You watched his face from the corner of your eye, slowly sliding your hand over to his. You linked your pinky fingers carefully—making sure he didn’t give a bad reaction. He looked, but immediately looked away. Taking this as a sign of consent, you rested your head on his shoulder. Yoongi glanced down at you, confused as to why you did such a thing. His shoulder raised a little, but you let go of his hand and hugged him with that arm. While you let go, you held his hand properly and brought it over to his lap.

He groaned, shifting in his chair. He cleared his throat, “Skinship isn’t mandatory on dates.”

“Do you not like it?” You lifted your head, and letting him go.

He shrugged, “Not really.” He watched as you lowered your head. “But if you want, I’ll let you hold my hand or something.”

“I don’t feel right if you’re not enjoying it,”

“Maybe I’ll like it the more you do—maybe I just have to get used to it. I’ll let you pick anything: hand holding, hugging, kissing—anything you want.” It was obvious that he felt guilty after seeing you getting embarrassed. “I’ll make an exception for you.” You shook your head, biting your nail as you looked away from him. He did an annoyed sound, then you felt his hands on your waist lifting you up. “I guess I’ll have to do it for you, since you won’t do it yourself.” He set you down on his lap, and scooted his chair in. He had his arms on either side of you, turning to a blank page in his notebook.

“What are you doing?”

“I just came up with a line,” He said, starting to write. You looked at yourself: sitting on one of Yoongi’s legs, your own legs in between the two of his, and he was leaning back which made you lay on him. You laid your head down on his shoulder, nuzzling you face into his neck. He froze, “You’re getting comfortable?”

“Should I not?” You lifted your head.

“No, just do what you want.” You reluctantly went back to his neck, hearing him clear his throat. “Thank you.” He spoke, holding your waist.

“For what?”

“That feels funny,” He lightly laughed, speaking about your breath on his neck. “For giving me another idea for a song.”

“Oh..” You bit your lip lightly. You hand went to the waistband of his pants, holding on to keep from falling. He put his pen down again, just focusing on holding you and having you on him. Your lips brushed against his neck, and gave him goosebumps as he slightly shivered. You gently planted a kiss on his neck, putting your head back down. You smiled, then glanced up to Yoongi who was smiling his gummy smile to himself—unable to keep it in.


You sniffled, throwing the towelette in the garbage as you made your way back to bed. It’s been a while since you’ve started crying, so you decided to just go to bed. You took your makeup off, but your eyes were puffy from the tears you shed. You put your hair in a bun, and sat on the bed again to check your phone. “Jagi..” Yoongi’s voice said softly, as he made his way over to you. “I’m sorry—I forgot.”

“I know..” You put your phone behind you.

“It’s all the work—I swear. I didn’t want to miss it, but I did. It’s all my fault, and I should’ve at least got you something.” You stood quiet, playing with your fingers. “Look at me, please.” He lifted your chin to him. “You cried..”

“Of course I did.” You felt the tears welling up again. “It’s been two years..”

“Come here,” He opened his arms. You stood in your spot, feeling another wave approaching. He sighed, “I always need to make your decisions on this date?” He joked, bringing you in and wrapping his arms around you.

“You remember?” You looked up.

“(Y/N),” He laughed in disbelief, “I forgot because of work then remembered—I remember what happened, okay?” He smiled, putting you on his lap like a child. “I remember taking you home afterward,” He put some loose pieces of hair behind your ear, “You kissed me, just like this..” He pecked your lips slowly, cupping your cheek. “Then you pulled away, and you left.”

“You said you didn’t like skinship,” You hugged him, “But you kissed me back, and even held me.”

“I wanted to hold your hand, but you know I can’t even do that now.”

“Why is it only me?” You questioned, changing your position to pressing your chest against his with your legs on either side of him.

“That I touch and let touch me?”


He pulled you away from him to look at your face, “You’re the only exception—for two years now. You’re the only one who can make my heartbeat increase by just holding your hand, and not want to pull away.”

“Then why do you while we walk or go shopping?” You cocked your head.

“You know I don’t like PDA,” He narrowed his eyes.

“It isn’t entirely PDA-”

“Too much for me.” He waved his hand, “You can hold my hand when a lot of people aren’t around.” He pressed his forehead against yours, holding your hips. “I love you, (Y/N). These two years were great, but now it’s time for a third.” He said, kissing your lips tenderly. “Are you in?”

You nodded your head, “Always.”

“Good, because I’ll always be in too.” He scrunched his face up to yours smiling.

Here’s part 2 of my 1.6k followers celebration!

Editing dark scenes can be difficult, especially when working with PoC, as you don’t want to wash them out. In this tutorial I will be showing you how to brighten/lighten scenes without making them look out of place

Make your gif, sharpen it and crop it to how you like - the hardest part is over! Mine is of Storm from X-Men

Make a new group (this is just my preference, I like to see how much the gif has changed from my starting point)

Make a levels layer - don’t change any of the settings

Change the blend mode for the levels layer to screen

my gif has already brightened up pretty well while retaining colour

This still may not be enough so duplicate the layer and mess around with the opacity, I duplicated mine and set it to 60% opacity

Now make a vibrance layer (or don’t if you’re going for a more desaturated look)

I prefer not to use curves that much but I do when it comes to darker scenes

Make a brightness/contrast layer, I put my settings to +10 brightness and -20 contrast

I’m pretty happy with how my gif looks now, but you may want to make your own changes: adding a photo filter, changing colour balance, making a gradient map, etc.

*this also works for editing screencaps or photoshoots too

I’m sorry to the person who requested this that it took so long - I’ve only just realised that the list I was keeping of all the requests wasn’t in the right order. It’s hopefully been amended now but the couple of days without my computer really shook things up. Quite enjoyed this request, it was interesting deciding how the Avengers would stumble upon the relationship. The request was made by mattandbenedict but theunlikelyavenger asked to be tagged in anything with angst or secret keeping or both and this story fills at least one of those criteria. Enjoy, darlings!

Prompt: Steve and the reader are in a secret relationship since idk maybe 3 or 4 weeks and they trying to hide it, but somehow they get caught (kissing!?) by one of the avengers and the rest knows and teases them about it. <3

“Secret Keeping”

You sat at the table with Avengers, poking the rice with the prongs of your fork. Steve’s hand had slipped boldly onto your thigh during the course of the meal and, despite knowing he meant it as a purely romantic gesture, you still could feel yourself blushing profusely.
“Are you alright (y/n)?” Bruce asked subtly whilst the conversation was at its loudest. He was leaning over and peering into your face concernedly. You nodded politely.
“Yes, sorry. It’s a spicier curry than I’d anticipated.” You lied.

Recently you had become more practiced at lying and for good reason. When Steve was thawed, you’d been one of the few scientists responsible for keeping him alive afterwards. As a result, not only had you met the infamous Captain America but he’d also dropped your name at SHIELD so that you were employed with two more big names - Dr Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Both your job and home were now inside Avengers Tower and after many long nights spent helping Steve to cope with the modern world – as you felt was your responsibility having brought him into it – you soon began a relationship, right under the nose of your peers.

“If you’re feeling ill, I can take you back to your room.” Bruce offered with a soft smile. Cap interjected.
“Allow me.” He said, drawing the attention of the others at the table by standing up.
“Everythin’ alright Cap?” Tony asked with a cocked brow.
“Yes. I’m escorting (y/n) back to her room – she isn’t feeling well.” He stated before brashly taking your hand and practically yanking you out of your chair. As you left the room, you could feel the eyes of everyone in the room watching you.

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AN: AHHHHHHHH! You guys make my days 300%+ brighter when you send me messages and stuff about my stories, thank you so much loves! I am glad you liked the past three parts, I hope you enjoy this one just as much! YAY!

Pairing: Steve X Reader

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Warnings: Slight signs of depression, other broken mental states, violence.


“Winter’s Flame” (Part Four of ???)

~*~ Present~*~


Bucky was beginning to worry about many things; for one, his friends.

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Tyler Oakley - He makes a video protecting you

Y/T/H - Your twitter handle

Before Tyler Oakley become a world wide name for his witty YouTube videos and upbeat personality you had been close friends with him but a number of years ago you had to leave Michigan meaning your friendship turn a turn for the worst, you sent each other Christmas cards, followed each other on twitter but that’s as far as your friendship went but since moving back to yours and Tyler’s home town you had been spending much more time together which meant you were seen together a lot more as fans took pictures of you together. This also meant that a lot of people were hating on you for some unknown reason, you could understand it if they felt threatened that you had a chance with him in a relationship when they wanted it but you weren’t Tyler’s ‘preferred’ gender lets say.

They would call you every name under the sun making you feel completely worthless, it often made you say ‘no’ to your requests to going out with Tyler but you didn’t want it to be like that so when Tyler rang you earlier in the day and asked if you wanted to go and get a coffee you said yes but it was a lie if you tried to say you weren’t feeling anxious out it, some people just seemed to have a Tyler radar and knew when he stepped one toe out of his front door so no doubt you would get pictures taken of you almost like you were begging for people to hate on you but you met up with him all the same.

As you sit own outside the coffee shop your phone vibrates and when you look down at it your heart sinks.

‘@Y/T/H having yet another coffee with @tyleroakley, bitch!’ the person had wrote and attached was a picture of you just moments earlier as you were walking out of the shop, you head shoots to you left then your right but you don’t see anyone that looks like they would take pictures of you and Tyler to slander you.

“What?” Tyler asks with concern in his eyes but you wave it off

“Nothing” you smile shakily, he looks at you warily for a couple of seconds before taking a sip of his drink


You sit there for another 30 minutes and Tyler keeps asking you everyday normal questions and you keep replying with blunt answers even though you don’t realise you are doing it because more and more notifications are coming through from Twitter making you feel physically sick

“Right what is wrong? Don’t try and bull shit me Y/N because I know you better than yourself” Tyler demands and you know there is no point in lying

You don’t say a word, you just unlock you phone and hand it to him much to his confusion but he reads the tweets for a couple of minutes the silence between you both almost unbearable, he seems to be getting angrier and angrier.

“I’m sorry” you mutter sniffing back tears but Tyler looks taken aback as he looks up at you

“Why are you sorry?” he asks and you shrug even though you know why

“This isn’t your problem” you admit messing around the sleeve of your t-shirt

Tyler stands up, walks round the table and pulls you into a hug “You’re my Queen and if anyone is trying to be horrible it concerns me!” Tyler announces holding you a little tighter than usual


Eventually you go home and so does Tyler, you end up falling asleep really early after such an emotional day so you don’t end up hearing back from Tyler but when you wake up you have more notifications than ever making you dread opening them but when you do you’re surprised

‘@Y/T/H You’re beautiful, ignore the haters!’

‘Don’t believe the anyone who say bad against your @Y/T/H’

There are plenty more and you are so confused but then you see a tweet from Tyler late last night ‘Please watch my new video if you care about me, I’m not asking for you to thumbs up it you just all need to see it’

It is with a link so you click on it and Tyler pops up on the screen looking very serious and you can’t help but smile.

“Hello guys, I have a serious topic to talk to you about and I’ve been trying to hold it off but I’ve been getting angrier and angrier over the night so here I am at 11pm at night. I recently have rekindled my friendship with Y/N and because of this some of you seem to think it is okay to hate on her for what reason I don’t know. She has been keeping it a secret from me for this long because she feels completely alone and that is wrong, how would you feel if that was you? I love her so much, she is my Queen and honestly an amazing friend so stop hating on her because if you do I can honestly say you are not a friend or fan of mine. One last thing…

Just shut the fuck up!” Tyler looks into the camera for a couple seconds longer before it shuts off and its then that you realise you are crying

You start to ring Tyler and when he picks up he sounds groggy

“Hey Y/N” he says

“I LOVE YOU! Oh and sorry it’s 6am I’ve only just seen your video” you explain with a giggle

“I love you too my queen” Tyler says and you can practically hear the joy in his voice hearing you happy again

TRUE ROMANCE: II + Book 2 of Soul Mate

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are loving True Romance already! I’ll admit, I’m aiming to make it really cute/romantic…so if you aren’t that kind of person then I’m really sorry! This is a modern AU after all…

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3.1K+


Being woken up to the sound of thunder, you nearly fell off the couch as your heart began to race, standing up from your seat as you stretched. “2:30 already?” You yawned, shutting off the television before realizing Astro had fallen asleep next to you. As much as you enjoyed waking up to a sleeping pup, the feeling of wanting to wake up to someone else crept up on you, the desire of having someone else with you. Why the sudden urge?

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Prompt: Phil catches the Reader making breakfast, after a night together. Phil and the Reader have a steamy time in the kitchen.

Warning: Strong Language, smut.

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The sun beams in through the small window underneath the dining room table. It illuminated the room, making it look bright and alive. As if it was the setting of a novel, beautiful and enchanting. The early morning was cold and she could feel it through the thin, button up shirt she took from Phil’s bedroom floor. No shorts, or anything underneath beside the little black, lacy, underwear she had wore the night before. Her hair fell down her back, a mess, as she stirred the eggs in the pan. She assumed that Phil was still sleeping, the house was completely silent. Dan being out of the country for a few weeks. Phil thought this was the perfect time to bring her over, it was the first time they have stayed the night with each other. It was an fun and exciting night, she was glad that they finally did this.

The eggs sizzled in the pan, the smell flaring through the air. She was enjoying this peaceful, calm morning. Low footsteps could be heard from down the hall, she figured Phil had woken up and went to go search for her. She could see him waking up, confused to why she wasn’t laying beside him like he hoped she’d be. He came into sight, just from the corner of her eye, and smiled softly when he saw her standing there. Phil walked behind her, wrapping his long arms around her waist, engulfing her into his body. She smiled loving the feeling of his touch, especially in the cold morning.

“Good morning beautiful” he whispered, his voice low and raspy. He seemed to have just woken up, she could tell by the way his hair sprung up in a mess and his sleepy movements he made hugging her. Y/N turned her head slightly, smiling back at him with her eyes pointed towards the floor.

“good morning my love” she whispered, turning around more and placing her hand on his left cheek. She gently kissed his reddened, chapped lips. Then went back to finishing cooking the eggs she started.

Phil had other ideas though. That kiss seemed to have sparked something inside him that made him hungry, but not for eggs. Phil ran his hands up and down her body, pulling up the shirt slightly. His fingertips lingering around the sensitive areas of her body. Y/N noticed his actions, and what he wanted but she ignored them. She thought that he would get bored eventually, she wanted to eat something quickly before heading off to work. Phil was persistent, he kept letting his hands roam around her body slowly. Then began kissing her neck softly trying to get her attention. She turned the stove fire off and pushed his hands away, then continued to put the eggs on a plate for herself and Phil. Phil pushed the plate away and stepped in front of her. He cornered her into the counter and pressed his body up against hers.

“But baby I’m not hungry for eggs, I need something a lot more…. What’s the word? Wet” he whispered in her ear seductively. She felt like jelly in his hands, but couldn’t do this now. She had work, and also didn’t want to waste any food. Y/N pushed passed Phil, grabbing the plates and taking them to the small island in the middle of the kitchen.

“I can’t, not right now. I’ve got work, I’m sorry.” She said, her voice soft and kind. Phil didn’t say anything, he bent down and kissed her. At first he was sweet and slow but then sped up as she began to kiss back. His mouth moved sloppily along hers, they lapped over hers over and over again, faster than her. She tried to keep up with him, but by the time she did he had his tongue running along her bottom lip. She allowed him entrance into her mouth, and his tongue went straight to hers. It moved around and about on her’s, the grainy texture feeling exotic and had her feeling a sense of wetness in her underwear again.

Phil’s hands had been placed on her waist, so low that it was close to her ass. His left hand had reached down beneath her thigh as he lifted her from her seat and out her on top of the table. Laying her down nice and easy, before he got on top of her. His hands didn’t leave her thigh, just ran along it and caressed it with passion. Her hands had been planted, firmly, in between the locks of his jet black hair. She tangled it, making a mess of what was already messy to begin with. Her right hand trailed down his shirtless body, tracing it down to his the hem of his boxers. She was teasing him with slow graceful movements and gentleness, where as right now he needed passionate and rough. Phil’s voice let out a muffled grunt. He moved his hand up her (or you could say, his) shirt, pulling it forward. He fondled her tender breast, being gentle with them so he didn’t hurt her. He knew he was doing a good job when she smiled. After a moment, she had pulled away from his touch to take off the shirt. She had thrown it somewhere by the table, then proceeded to wrap her arms around Phil’s neck and climb on top of him.

Phil smirked, he secretly loved it when she was dominate. She started to grind down on his hard bulge, her hands ran up and down her body. As though she was dancing in the clubs, but Phil thought she was much sexier when he got her alone. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he began bucking his hips up for more friction.

“Baby, ug-ugh you- you’re so sexy. S-stop tea-sing, please” he stuttered out. His mind was so out of it that he couldn’t even form a correct sentence. He kept trying to look up at her, savoring every moment she say on top of him. She had stopped grinding on him. She leaned down and ran her hands up his chest, an amused smiled rooted on her mouth.

“Still hungry?” She asked, her voice low and seductive. Phil gulped and nodded with no hesitation.

“Well you’ll be happy to know… So am I” she whispered in his ear, her head disappeared down. Her hands pulling down the cloth of his boxers, and his cock sprung up hitting his stomach. Phil looked down to see her take his cock and jerk him off before she took him into her mouth. She couldn’t take all of him into her mouth, so she touched that part her her hands. Phil took her hair and placed it out of her face. He looked down at her while she continued to go down on him.

“Ah-hh” he moaned, his eyes shutting tightly. His cock twitched, giving warning that he was about to come. She pulled him out of her mouth, and she wiped a little of the Pre-come off the corners of her mouth. He pulled down her wet underwear before she climbed on his lap, placing one knee on each side of his legs. She took his cock and ran it up and down his slit, rubbing it all over her wet self before she sat down on his penis. Phil rooted his hands on her hips, looking at her with his giant blue eyes. They sparkled in the morning sun, he pulls a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I love you” he whispered to her, his voice wasn’t rough, or sexy. Just loving and gentle, like he really meant it. Her kind eyes castes upon him, a warm smile crept across her face as she kissed him. When she pulled away.

“I love you too” she whispered, he kissed her again as she began to move up and down on him. Her moans are trapped inside his mouth, to which he responds with groans and curses. She starts off slow, but then begins to speed up when the need grows stronger. Her head is thrown back when Phil begins to buck his hips against hers, hitting a spot that makes her yell out his name. He can’t take his eyes off of her body, the way her breast bounced up and down as she did, her mouth open a gap, widen enough to let out all her angelic moans. He couldn’t last as long as he wanted to, his cock began to twitch again. Y/N could feel it beneath her, she started bouncing and grinding faster than before. Phil reached down and played with her clit to try and get her to come first. Their moans grew louder as they grew closer to release. She ran her fingernails down his chest as she came over his cock. Phil couldn’t hold it off any longer, the way she clenched around his throbbing dick, he released a load inside her. He bucked his hips wildly while he released.

Both of their breaths were heavy and ragged as they came down from their high. They looked into each other’s eyes, sparks flying around them. She was late to work that day, but she believed it was truly worth getting in trouble for.

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Title: Everyone Messes Up

A Michael Clifford imagine

Overview: My first 5sos concert was going beautifully, that’s is, until I heard Michael make the slightest of mistakes.

(Y/C/N: your city name)

As I shot up from my chair I started to hear people screaming, and along with those screams, were my own. Seeing my favorite band was something I thought I would only ever imagine, but there they were. Rows in front of me stood Michael, Luke, Calum and Ashton, my boys, 5 Seconds of Summer.

“Y/C/N are you ready to rock?!” Ashton yelled from behind his drums with a smile on his face. In return, the screams that echoed through the arena managed to get louder. The chords to their song “She’s Kinda Hot” sounded as the boys began to strum on their guitars, base guitar and drums. That’s when they started singing. Up until this moment I hadn’t realized what I was really doing and where I really was. It was like I was in shock, a daze, and didn’t wake up until now. I didn’t even attempt to control the tears that were running down my face; others around me apparently had this same problem, so I don’t think anyone will mind. When the first few lyrics flowed throughout the arena, it finally hit me. I was actually here right now. I’m not watching my boys from a screen. They’re here, right in front of me. I looked around in awe as if I were seeing the world for the first time, feeling like I had somehow been changed. By the time I fell out of my daze a new song was already being played, but I’m not the one who brought myself back to reality. Michael’s voice cracked and shook as he forgot the lyrics to one of his solos, and my eyes immediately darted up to him. This act had nothing to do with me being disappointed in him, however I knew that he might be disappointed in himself. He had an obvious frown on his face and for the rest of the song he trembled a bit, probably worried that he might mess up again. Everyone messes up at some point though.

When the show ended I decided to wait a while before calling someone to pick me up, they would most likely want to wait until the traffic let up a bit anyway. So I decided to walk around a bit, I mean, why not? I think it’s allowed. I turned a few corners and ended up getting lost, shocking I know. I looked on the doors for any clues, signs, or one of those stupid arrows that point to where you’re suppose to go, even if the destination is extremely easy to get to. While I was walking around I heard a muffled crying, and since I’m an idiot that would most likely get killed in a horror movie because of poor judgment, I went looking for the source of the sound. I followed the sound and hid behind one of the corners of the hallway i had walked down. Before I turned the corner I took a breath.

I quietly came out from hiding and stood in front of the figure who had their back against the wall, and their arms hugging their knees. My curiosity vanished into sympathy when I realized who it was.

“Michael?” I whispered. His head slowly came up from its former position of hiding and he looked quite startled. “I’m sorry if I scared you. Is-is something wrong?” I said, debating whether to walk toward him or not. I wobbled a bit trying to decide what to do before concluding that I should stay put.

“Nothing’s wrong at all. Were you at the concert? Did you have a good time?” he followed this up with a fake smile.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before softening my facial expression. I walked a little closer. “I’m not interested in talking to you about things that aren’t nearly as important as your mental health” I replied to him, and when he didn’t say anything in the silent gap that followed my words, I went on. “Ya know…I have also faked a smile and said I was alright when I knew I wasn’t truly okay. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong or what happened, I just need to make sure that you are alright” I said with a soft smile.

“Up on stage, I’m sure you heard it” he let out a humorous laugh before going on. “I was a complete let down, everyone knows I have the worst voice in the band. I don’t belong in this band and today was just another day that made me realize it. I’m such a screw up” fresh tears silently flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks.

With those words, my heart broke. I walked toward him precociously, his eyes lazily making eye contact all the way. When I stood in front of him he didn’t protest my actions, so I slid my back against the wall until I was sitting eye to eye next to him. “Have you ever had that moment when you found something that just completes what you originally had? Like when you get a new piece of clothing or a new movie and you just can’t help but think ‘how did I live without this one thing?’. That’s you. You, Michael, you complete the band. Without you there would be no kitten who actually brings punk into the band” I laughed, attempting to make him smile, and ended up succeeding. “And your voice, it’s beautiful, even your talking voice is beautiful. Not everyone’s voices are exactly the same, and not everyone’s voices sound perfect with every type of music. You just need to find your sound, and out there tonight some lyrics were just missed. Every musician, hell, every person messes up at some point, no human is perfect, and it’s hard not to get certain lyrics mixed up with others. It hurts knowing how little you think of yourself. You’re everything, and I just can’t wrap my head around how magnificent people can’t see themselves in that way. I know how hard it is to see anything but flaws in yourself, but I need you to try, because you are much more than what you think”.

“Thank you” Michael softly smiled and wiped at his eyes. “What’s your name?” He asked

“Y/N” I replied as we heard voices coming down the hallway.

“Hey Michael we were-” Luke stopped mid sentence as he saw me. “We were just looking for you, we need to leave now.” He finished as he looked back and forth between me and Michael.

Michael stood up and i did as well, unsure of what else to do. “Hey guys, yea I was just…sitting here- but I found someone who will be coming back with us to hang out with at our hotel, Y/N!” he smiled over to me and then back to the guys.

“Oh yea sure that sounds-” Calum started but couldn’t finish before I interrupted.

“Wait, hold on a second” I laughed. “I mean, yes I would love to but it just seems so sudden and I’m suppose to get picked up and-”

“Could you call someone and tell them you will be a little late?” Michael smiled hopefully.

Of course it would be a stupid idea to say no to Michael, I don’t know why he asked me to go with him and the boys back to their hotel but it’s good, right? It’s a conversation that I have imagined in my head, something that seems too good to be true, so having it actually come true is an incredible feeling. I couldn’t just let the opportunity go without grasping onto it.

“I’ll be right back then” I smiled as I walked a few steps away to call my mother. The phone rang a few times and when she picked up I quickly told her about what had happened, and asked if I could go to their hotel for a while. At first she was completely opposed of that matter but I somehow changed her mind. I also made sure to tell her that if I didn’t end up calling her later I was most likely asleep, and to make sure she knew not to think I was dead or in danger.

I walked back to the boys. “It’s a go!” I laughed as they all happily shouted. They quickly ushered me to their tour bus and we drove back to the hotel they were currently staying in.

I woke up and rubbed my face, unsure of what happened last night. I opened my eyes to see Michael laying next to me, Luke and Calum cuddled on the other bed, and Ashton on the floor. All the memories of last night suddenly flooded back to me and I smiled at the thought. We had ordered pizza and watched a few movies, we had argued over what movies to watch but settled on a comedy and then a horror one. Which explains why Luke and Calum were on the bed together, Luke must’ve gotten scared during the horror movie. I laughed and remembered Ashton on the floor. Why was he there? I searched my memory until i realized that he had kept getting kicked off the bed by Luke and Calum, so he protested and ended up laying on the floor.

I checked the clock next to the bed I was in and it read “9:13am”. Well, it’s a good thing I had told my mom not to worry. I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt absolutely disgusting. Along the way I took one of the boys shirts, not knowing who’s it was but just needed something clean to wear. I got in the bathroom and washed my face, I saw some toothpaste on the counter and brushed my teeth with my finger as best I could. I attempted to make my hair look as good as I could get it and then put on the shirt that I had taken, I don’t think they would mind. At least I hope not. I looked at myself once more in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.

They were awake when I came out, and when Michael looked at me he smirked. “What?” I asked.

“You look good in my shirt” he stated simply.

I blushed slightly “I’m- I’m sorry. I can take it off if you want”

“No it’s fine” he laughed. “We’re leaving today for the next part of our tour, I was talking to the boys about you coming with us when we leave and they all” he gestured to Luke, Calum and Ashton “said it was a good idea”.

“Yes of course! I would love to!” I smiled. Michael smiled back and went to get ready to leave for the airport. I stayed out of the way and let them pack up their things. “Should I change out of your shirt now? Shouldn’t you pack it?” I asked Michael, as I was standing next to the window of the hotel room.

“Nah. I have so many shirts, if you would like to keep it, I wouldn’t mind at all. I’m just surprised you found something clean of mine” he laughed.

I smiled down at the shirt and simply nodded, silently thanking him.


Michael was the last to board the plane.

I was attempting to hold in my tears, but I ended up failing when Michael pulled me into a tight hug.

“Why are you crying?” He asked as we pulled a part, with a hidden laugh in his tone.

“When you leave, I won’t be remembered. I will fade into a memory of just another fan that you came in contact with, and then continue fading away until I’m gone completely. I will be nothing to you, and yet to me, this will have been the most amazing day of my life and I won’t ever forget it”.

“Y/N, I won’t forget you. You did a great thing for me back at the concert. You made a huge impact on me and I promise, I promise I will not forget about you. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw each other again, very soon” he gently smiled at me.

“Then why do I feel like this is the end?” I sobbed as I wiped at my tears, staring down at the floor, unable to look at him.

I felt a hand on my chin, gently lifting my head up. Michael’s lips met mine and I instinctively wrapped my arm around his neck.

When we pulled apart I stared at him, shocked and filled with confusion.

He pulled out his phone, clicked the screen a few times, and then handed it to me. When I looked at the screen, the ‘new contact’ tab was open. I hesitated before I started typing in my name and number. Halfway through I looked up at him and he nodded, giving me a sign to say 'keep going’. I handed the phone back to him and he put it back in its original place in his back pocket.

“I won’t be forgetting you” were the last words he spoke before getting swiftly on the plane, and leaving me standing alone in the airport.


I arrived home and made my way to my room. I walked to my bed and sat down, tugging at the shirt I was wearing, Michael’s shirt.

I felt a vibration and knew immediately that it was my phone. I took it out of my pocket and read the screen. It was a text message from a number that I didn’t have saved yet.

“I’m glad I met you, so in a way I’m also glad I messed up at the concert. After all, like you said, everyone messes up sometimes, but meeting you was no mistake - Michael”

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