me every saturday morning

8

it’s always been riley, it’s always been riley since day one. 

I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end.Tina Tran (insp.)

Shit no one told me about running

Maybe it will help you.

No one warned me that when you increase your distance by more than 10% that you are so exhausted for a couple days after that you really don’t ever want to run again. You know you will, but you don’t want to. And you need to force yourself out of the house and do it.

No one told me that walking is as good an exercise as running. I like to alternate. Not because I am lazy, but because I have a different internal monologue on a walk than I do on a run, and I enjoy it in a completely different way. And walking helps me run better.

No one told me that a good pair of shoes is 95% of running. 

No one told me that all runs are good runs, even when you tank after the first couples of kms. But they are. Because you got out and did it.

No one told me that fantasizing about Tom Hiddleston running with me would be the best motivation I could have ever needed when I started running. But it was. It was even better than fantasizing about running behind him and staring at his bum.

No one told me that the ridiculous thrill I got from saying ‘on your left’ at my first race would continue to be a ridiculous thrill that makes me giggle every time I get to say it.

No one told me about the power of a great song with an awesome tempo and how it can make you power through the walls that your body throws at you.

No one told me about how awesome other runners are. I started running feeling ashamed of how slow I was, and how fat I was. Runners hang around at finish lines and cheer you on. Runners randomly engage you in conversation if they recognize you (Seriously. Took The Girlchild around the neighbourhood selling girl guide cookies, and a guy 2 streets over said ‘Haven’t I seen you out running? You should join the running group, we have runs every saturday morning’).

No one told me that sometimes your run sucks, and even after it is over you wonder why you bothered. They also didn’t follow that up with ‘that usually means something awesome is coming’

No one warned me that sometimes after a long run, you just don’t feel like running for a while. And that as long as you do other activity (walking, weight, whatever), that’s totally okay, but don’t take too long a break or you’ll reset all your cardio gains.

No one warned me that I would be an inspiration. That even though I still consider myself a neophyte runner, I have inspired others to even try running, where they may not have otherwise. That being slow as fuck helps them to continue on their journey. And no one told me how overwhelming that feels, but also how incredible an honour it is to motivate someone on their journey.

If you stay with me, I promise I will make every second count. If you stay with me, I will make you breakfast in bed, I will warm your towels before you get out of the shower, I will bake you your favorite desserts. If you stay with me, I will give you massages every night before bed, give you random kisses, and play your favorite video games with you all night long. If you stay with me I will listen to you talk about how horrible your day was after you come home from work, I will always come to the door to give you a hug and kiss hello, I will always be there for you. If you stay with me I will learn how to tie a tie so every Saturday morning I can tie yours up and give you a kiss, I will iron your shirts and make you chicken soup when your feeling sick. If you stay with me I will take you to places we’ve never been, show you parts of me that nobody has ever seen and seranade you with our favorite songs. If you stay with me I will take pictures of you constantly and put them on social media for the whole world to see. I will show you my favorite songs and listen to yours too. If you stay with me I will cuddle you tight on nights when your falling apart. I will spoil you and buy you the best brands you could imagine. I will hold your hand at every concert and music festival we go to. If you stay with me, I will spot you at the gym and scare off all the girls who walk by. I will talk about you with galaxies in my eyes. I will make all my friends jealous because of how amazing you are to me. If you stay with me I will make midnight runs to tacobell and rent a movie from a redbox machine on the nights you can’t fall asleep. I will light candles around the house and we will dance to slow music on our anniversary. If you stay with me I will book hotels along side the ocean for last minute rendezvous. I will chase you down the beach with a water gun and some water balloons. I will set up a bunch of blankets and pillows in the back of your truck so we can lay in there one night and stargaze. If you stay with me, I will find our favorite spot in the city to watch the sun go down. I will plan roadtrips to the mountains where we can snuggle and camp out by the bonfire. I will listen endlessly to you talk about all the things that make you happy. I will stare at you like you are made of gold. If you stay with me I will fill the house with helium balloons and your favorite things on your birthday. I will give you goodmorning and goodnight kisses. I will teach you how to smile through everything. If you stay with me I will calm your anger and kiss you hard when you’re upset about something. I will make you look in my eyes and tell you that we will get through this together. I will hug you untill I can put your heart back together. If you stay with me I will watch your basketball games and route for you from the side lines. I will practice with you and fill your water bottle for you. I will take you out for icecream after all your games and tell you how sexy you looked. If you stay with me I will prove to you that monster energy drinks actually taste like blended up green candies. I will take you through every little shop in the city so we can share all those memories. I will take you to unknown cafes and we will eat the craziest things. If you stay with me I will never go a day without telling you how much I love you. If you stay with me baby … I will make your wildest dreams come true.
—  She’s in love
The Other Boy

Summary: Jughead is now homeless thanks to his rotten day (this episode made me feel the feels guys) but Betty is here to save the day.

Notes: This is a terrible attempt at Fluff guys sorrySTORY:

It is raining, a big storm. The first storm since Jason Blossom’s death. It puts the whole town on edge, there is a murderer on the loose and sheriff Keller just got robbed.

A loud knock rings out through my empty house. My parents are out at the office. I’m used to it. Slowly closing my laptop I get up and slouch down stairs. The storm outside has gotten worse. I pull the door open slowly and only a little bit to see a tall boy soaked through to the bone, his beanie clinging to the dark hair plastered to his face. He has a large backpack hanging off one shoulder.

“Jughead?” I ask, surprise evident in my tone.

“Who else?” He smirks, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “As much as I’d like to continue this conversation outside in the rain, it’s kinda cold.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” I move aside and let him in.

He enters my house, dumping his bag on the floor and immediately going to my kitchen. I follow him into my kitchen and chuckle to find the boy already beginning to make waffles.

We used to do this all the time as kids, he’d come to keep me company when my parents were at work. He’d make us waffles and we’d watch movies until I fell asleep. But he hasn’t been round in a while hence why I was surprised to see him at my door.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks balancing a crazy amount of ingredients and utensils in his arms.

“Just you Jughead.” I smile but it quickly drops to a frown.

“Hey, what’s up?” The tall boy asks as he places the ingredients down on the counter noticing my frown.

“Nothing.” I try but all I get is a skeptical raised eyebrow. “I mean… It’s just I’ve… We haven’t done this in a while and I missed it- this. You. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” He whispers pulling me into a hug.

“So,” I say after the hug ends. “I heard they closed the Drive In. I’m sorry Juggie I know you were staying there. Hey if you need a place to stay…” I trail off at his sad expression.

“It’s okay. Um, my dad didn’t offer me a place to stay and I’m not on good terms with Archie, I was just gonna camp out in the park…” His voice is quiet and soft and it’s on the verge of sounding broken and vulnerable.

“Hey no. No way Jughead Jones the Third is living in the park. If my mother saw you she’d probably find a way to kick you out of school. You’ll stay here. No ifs buts or maybes.” I grin at him hoping this will cheer him up.

“If you’re sure…” He seems unsure because of my stuck up mother so I grab his hand and pull him out of my kitchen.

I pull him into the hall and grab his bag then pull him up the stairs. Pushing Jughead into my bedroom and onto my bed I catch him muttering:

“Wow, I’ve never been forcefully pushed on a bed before though I imagined it would be under different circumstances.”

I struggle to hide my laugh and try to busy myself by sorting through his bag. I begin to tidy his clothes away while he snuggles into my bed.

“Hey, Jug you’re still soaked buddy.” I laugh as he groans.

“Come on.” I pull him up. “You’ll catch a cold.” I am about to turn to leave when be pulls his shirt off.

I’ve seen the tall boy shirtless before but only when we were younger.

Man this boy’s clothes hide a lot. He is er… Well he’s very attractive. I feel myself turning very red. I quickly turn away.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me Jug.” I call as I leave the room awkwardly.

He mutters something in reply that I don’t catch as I leave the room.

I hop down the stairs two are a time and head into the kitchen to continue making the waffles. Jughead joins me about five minutes later (once my blush had gone down, luckily) no longer wearing his jeans and denim jacket but instead wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. His signature beanie is still on his head.

“Sup, Jugs?” I grin.

“Sup, Betts?” He grins back as he grabs a plate of waffles.

“Y'know, your hair will dry a lot quicker without the hat.”

“What? If I take my hat off I risk you finding my bald spot.” He fake gasps.

“Ha. Ha.” I reply dryly.

I reach up while he is distracted eating waffles and pull his beanie off his head.

“Hey!” He cries and I run away with his hat.

For one sweet moment it was as if we were children again. I always used to steal his hat when we were little. I run upstairs with his hat and he’s hot on my tail. I dive into my room, but I trip on the way falling on my floor, landing on my butt. Jughead follows me into my room, he also trips but luckily I’m there to break his fall. He gracefully (not) lands on my stomach.

“Oof.” He’s quite heavy what with all the those waffles.

“Ouch.” He chuckles, he’s still on my stomach.

“Oh yeah like you can say ouch, you haven’t got a 6ft boy sat on your stomach Juggie.” I complain.

“Are you calling me fat?!” He asks sarcastically, wriggling around as if to prove his point.

“Jug!” I cry. “Stop! Juggie!” I laugh because he has started tickling my very ticklish stomach.

“I can’t hear you!” He laughs, his beanie lies forgotten beside us. All the awkwardness I was feeling earlier dissolves into the air.

I manage to push him off of me and he rolls onto the floor next to me. We are both lying on our backs very close to eachother laughing our heads off. We laugh for a good few minutes until the raven haired boy’s laughter stops. I stop laughing and turn my head to see him already staring at me.

“Thanks.” He’s says seriously.

“For what?” I ask.

“For distracting me from my shitty day Betts. For letting me stay here even though your mother will kill you if she finds out. For making me laugh.” He mumbles.

“Oh Juggie I’m sorry your day has been shitty.” He laughs when I swear. “And as for my mum she’s always at work right now- she’s barely home.” He looks slightly relieved by this. “And I’m always here to make you laugh Jugs.” I grin at the boy next to me.

He smiles at me and for a second I get caught up in how beautiful he looks-not hot or handsome but beautiful. I can feel myself leaning closer to him and I’m sure he is leaning in too. I quickly pull away before things get awkward and I end up ruining this friendship. He pulls away too and coughs awkwardly.

“Err boy am I tired.” I laugh nervously. “Bed?” I ask as we both stand up.

“Err… Yeah sure. Where should I sleep?” he asks scratching the back of his neck adorably.

“Oh, er, I don’t have a spare bed. And I can’t let you take the sofa incase my parents come back. So would you be alright sharing my bed?” I ask feeling nervous for some reason.

“I can just sleep on the floor. I don’t want to be an inconvenience and I’m used to sleeping on the floor.” He says and the way he says it so nonchalantly breaks my heart.

“Nope.” I reply. “I care about you Jughead and I’m not letting you sleep on the floor you’ll sleep in my bed with me, if I’m not too repulsive.” I add as a joke at the end.

“You’re not repulsive Betts, you’re sweet and kind and apparently too stubborn to let your friend sleep on the floor.” He jokes back.

“I am all of those things, now come on let’s go to bed.” I smile at him and he smiles back. Luckily I am already in pyjamas which spares us the awkwardness of getting changed.

I climb into bed an wait for Jughead to follow. He looms awkwardly for a second before joining me. We both lie there awkwardly for a few minutes until I start to drift off. I roll over before I fall asleep and I feel the taller boy shift away but I’m too sleepy to properly notice.

***

We wake up to my alarm. It’s a Saturday but mother checks on me every morning at eight so I like to be awake half an hour earlier. This just happens to work in our favour today because it means I can hide Jughead before my mother finds him.

When we wake up I find myself pressed against Jughead’s chest with his arms wrapped around me. It’s a shame we have to get up because I could happily spend all morning cuddling with Jughead. The alarm doesn’t appear to wake the tall boy. I lean up and try to escape his arms. I shake him awake gently until he groans and brings his arm up to rub at his eyes.

“Betty?” He asks, his voice gorgeously laced with sleep. I pull myself away from his warm body and stretch.

“Sorry to wake you Juggie but my mom will be in to check on me soon before she goes to work.” I explain.

“Okay.” He grumbles slowly sitting up and yawning. He slowly stands up and stretches.

“Where should I hide?” He asks, his voice still deep with sleep.

“Err my closet should be a good hiding place. I’m sorry you have to hide.” “Its okay.” He says. We hear footsteps coming towards my door.

“Quick!” I say pushing him into my closet just as my mom, Alice Cooper enters.

“Oh, you’re awake.” She says dryly.

“Yes I am.” She begins her daily routine of nosing around my room. Once she’s done looking around and she heads back to the door and I think I’m in the clear. She turns around and looks at me. Her eyes drift around my room until she catches something.

“Betty, what is that?” She spits out pointing at none other than Jughead’s jacket on my chair.

“Mom, you know it was raining last night- with the storm. And you know Jughead is my friend. He leant me his jacket so I wouldn’t get wet on the walk home.” I explain.

“Betty, you knows I don’t approve of you being friends with this boy. He’s dark and mysterious and gloomy. He’s going to ruin your entire image.” She complains.

“Mom! Jughead is the sweetest, kindest boy in this whole town and it doesn’t matter what he looks like! I’m sick of you telling me who I’m not allowed to have as my friends. I like Jughead so you’re just going to have to deal with him being my friend.” I snap at her.

“Well don’t come crying to me when he breaks you. And I don’t think you should trust anyone with a name like Jughead.” She mumbles loud enough for me to hear. “Oh and your father and I will be at work all day again.” She snaps and with that she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

I wait a few minutes until I hear the front door slam and her car start. I go to the closet and let Jughead out.

“Sorry you had to hide.” I say with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay.” He smiles back. “So what’s the plan?” He asks.

“Well I’m still quite tired, wanna go back to bed for a bit?” I ask nervously biting my lip. “

Yeah, I approve of this plan.” He chuckles and we climb back in to bed.

This time instead of the awkwardness of lying awkwardly, we go straight to cuddling eachother. Jughead pulls me in close and wraps his arms around me.

“This isn’t weird is it?” He whispers. “I feel like people might think it’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird so I won’t tell if you don’t.” I whisper back.

“Cool.” He replies. We quickly fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

***

We don’t wake up cuddling. We wake up a few hours later spooning, he’s the big spoon and he’s holding me protectively. I sit up slowly and accidentally wake up the taller boy up too.

“Morning.” He smiles.

“Morning!” I smile back.

He stretches and gets up before going to have a shower. I sit reading in my bed until he comes back. What I was not expecting was for him to come back in wearing nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. I flush bright red and try to distract myself by reading but his treasure trail is too distracting.

“The bathroom’s all yours Betts.” He mutters. I stand up to go and use the bathroom but I make the mistake of trying to walk past him while looking down. I trip and just like a cliché I fall straight into his arms. Our faces are so close and without thinking I can feel myself leaning closer. He is leaning closer too.

“Betts.” He whispers staring into my eyes. “I think I’m going to kiss you.”

“Juggie.” I whisper back. “I think I want you to kiss me.”

He smiles and I lean in to kiss the smile off his lips. The kiss is slow and sweet. My hands tangle in Jughead’s black hair and his go to my waist. The kiss doesn’t last too long as we’re both a bit uncertain. We brake apart but remain in eachother’s arms.

“That was…” Jughead starts. “Betty.” He continues in a serious tone. “I thought you were still in love with Archie?”

“Well, to be honest Jugs, I think I just confused my feelings for Archie. You see I thought I was in love with him but another boy made me realise I love Archie but I’m not in love with him.” I explain.

“Oh.” He replies. “Wait, who’s the other boy?” He asks.

“Juggie, I’m stood in my pyjamas in your arms while you are wearing nothing but a towel. And we just kissed in my bedroom which I am letting you live in despite my crazy mother.” I explain to the clueless boy in front of me. “Who do you think the boy is?”

“It depends, is he devilishly handsome and the funniest guy you’ve ever met?” He asks jokingly.

“Yes and yes.” I seriously reply.

“Oh damn then he’s not me.” He chuckles sadly.

“Of course he’s you Juggie! Who else would I possibly fall for?”

“Tall, athletic boys.” He mumbles.

“I only have eyes for tall, dorky, sweet boys whose clothes actually hide a lot.” I chuckle.

“Oh.” He mutters.

“I like you Juggie. I think I’ve liked you for years it just took me a while to work out my feelings.”

“Oh.” He says again but then what I’m saying sinks in. “Oh, so uh, can I kiss you again?” He asks looking adorably nervous.

“Of course you can Jugs.” I smile and lean in to kiss him again.

As we kiss we forget about Jason Blossom’s murder. We forget that Jughead is technically homeless. We forget about Archie and Veronica and everyone else and all our worries and just think about what’s happening in the moment. We are happy together and right now that’s all that matters

Originally posted by juptern

Old Friend! Cal

Pairing: Y/N and Calum

Warning: Smut, Swearing and Spanking

Word count: 3K

Summery: Y/N is a surfer who bumps in to her old friend and they catch up ;) Also i’ve written before, not on tumblr though so first one! I’m excited af!!

Originally posted by mheartworld

I placed my surfboard in the sand and looked at the sea, todays been the longest day and its only really just begun, I had to work the late shift at work again last night and my boss is a pain in the ass, always wanting something from me, do this, do that. Like what do I look like a piece of shit you can walk on? No, at least I have the weekends off, which gives me two day to relax and enjoy the view of the sea and of course, go for a surf. I’ve been surfing since I can remember my dad used to take me out every Saturday morning, since his death I’ve still gone although his replacement is a pain in my ass i still love her for coming out with me, id rather be with Y/F/N then be alone. 

“What did you want? I have a ham sandwich or cheese before we hit the waves”
I looked over Y/F/N as she leant over the picnic basket, Y/F/N was tall, blonde and blue eyes, you would of thought she actually knew how to surf but she doesn’t, but she’s getting better every time I take her out. She got out the sandwiches and looked up at me.

“Y/N" 

"Mm cheese please”

“Are you sure?”

“You want the cheese don’t you?” I giggled, she tossed me the ham sandwich and sat on the tartan picnic blanket.

“Do you ever get tiered of surfing?” she asked

“How do you get tiered of something you love?”

“Didn’t Derrick get tiered of you?”

I took a bite out of my sandwich at the name of my Ex of nearly 6 months, We’d been together 2 years It was puppy love we’d met in high school he was the new beautiful American boy in a foreign land and he was the classic popular boy with all the girls swooning at him, after about 3 months he asked me out and me being shocked as why he asked me I said yes, turns out that the relationship was a bet which earned him $20 and that for 5 months he’d been cheating on me with his soon to be step-sister, which is disgusting 1. because you don’t cheat on somebody and 2. its practically insets. But after people found out his mum never did marry that guy and he moved far away from here.

“He didn’t really love me though”

“He was a asshole and a pig and he didn’t deserve someone like you sorry for bringing it up”

“Thanks" 

"Hurry up and eat the rest of that and we can go surfing" 

I ate the last piece of my sandwich and stood up wiping off the sand that had already managed to get on my ass. As I looked over the beach it was quite empty apart from a tanned boy reading a book and a elderly couple sitting on deckchairs. As I looked more at the tanned boy the more I recognise him, I’m not sure where from though.

"Y/N c'mon”

I grabbed my surfboard and followed Y/F/N down to the sea


I shook off the water from my hair and undid my wetsuit revealing my blue poka-dot bikini. Nothing attractive really it just something comfortable, and something that if I take of my wetsuit I won’t be stripping down to my birthday suit. I folded my towel around my wetsuit so my bag won’t get soaked and put it in my bag whilst getting out my shorts and t-shirt and putting them over my bikini. Y/F/N was also doing the same. 

“Are you entering the surf competition this year?” She asked

“No I don’t think I should”

“And why not?”

“Because of last year” Last year, the year was awful it was the year i fell off the surfboard and whacked my face against the board whilst doing a trick, after the competition I came 4th and had to get stitches in my nose. 

“But that won’t happen again, history doesn’t repeat itself”

“I’ll think about it”

“Ok well I’m going to go to Dans and I’ll see you tonight at the camp fire”

“Do I have to go” I wined

“Yes and if not I’m going to drag you by your hair”

“How about no”

“Bye Y/N” she giggled

I waved goodbye to Y/F/N as she walked across the road to her boyfriend Dans house, he’s really nice and takes care of Y/F/N, he’s holding the campfire party tonight as he practically lives on the beach, which I wish I could do, unfortunately I live 10 minutes away from the beach and have a small flat in the middle of town, which is the busiest part of any place. 

I grasped hold of my bag and surfboard and walked over to my car. A shitty blue box basically, but thats all I can afford, due to the fact that all I do is surf and theres not really a degree in that. I opened the passenger door to put my bag in but the wind made it slam against the car next to it.

Shit” I said whilst dropping my surfboard and bag to the ground.

I pulled my door away from the other car, hoping that no one had saw as there was a little bit of my blue paint on there red car, I licked my thumb and rubbed it against the blue paint but it seemed to make it worse and it smudged a little and revealed a silver scratch down it. I looked back up and saw no one, I shouldn’t leave it but theres nothing I can do, I turned around going to pick up my bag but I fell into someone’s arms.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry”

“No worries” the man said, I stood back up on my own two feet and looked up at the man, although, these eyes I recognised all too well, the tanned boy on the beach was in fact the boy who went to my high school and was one of my good friends until I started dating Derrick, His name was Calum and boy did puberty hit him hard.

“Calum?”

“Hey Y/N”

“H-How are you, its been so long?”

“Good, apart from I now have a blue scratch on my car”

“This is your car? I’m so so so sorry” I said turning around and closing my car door and leaning against it with my head in my hands.

“I really didn’t mean too it was the wind but I was just putting my bag in the-”

“Y/N! it’s ok I’m getting a new car next week and this is going to the scrap”

“Oh well thats a relief” I sighed

I stood there looking at him, he’s changed a lot since the last time I saw him. His full fringe now turned into the semi quiff. His muscles now defined and tattoos over his arm and chest, which is practically screaming at me as he’s not wearing a shirt.  His brown eyes still warm, a beautiful dark brown colour and more noticeable now he’s not wearing his geeky glasses. He’s also such a beautiful colour and has beautiful golden skin. In a way I missed him and when he used to come round and tutor me, well when I say tutor me I mean we used to make pillow forts even know though we were 15 and supposed to be learning Shakespeare. But it all went, the fun, the laughs and the happiness when Derrick asked me out and Cal used to ignore me, he never wanted to hang out. I tried for months every time i asked him to go somewhere he’d shove it to the side, in the end Derrick told me to stop trying with someone who didn’t care for me anymore.

“Do you need help with your surfboard?" 

"Oh no I’m ok really”

"Ok well I’m going to go, it was nice seeing you”

“C-cal”

“Yeah”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Did you want to come to the camp fire party? It on this beach at 7?”

“You want me to come?”

“More than anything" 

"Ok”

I grabbed my surfboard and went round to the back of my car whilst Calum pulled out his car, all i heard was the remains of All time low Backseat serenade as he drove off.

I put my surfboard in the boot and my bag in there too. I got in my car, the green air freshener Y/F/N made me buy after I had eaten a McDonalds filled my nose with a mint flavour, one of them smells that you can actually taste, I’ve been meaning to get read of it but its in the shape of a surfboard and looks pretty cool. I turned the radio on and drove home.


“So that’s why we broke up” I finished explain mine and Derricks break up to Calum

“Well if you’re asking me he’s a dick for doing that to you”

“Yeah”

I looked around the beach and everyone was in there pacts and chatting away, Y/F/N was practically eating her boyfriends face off.  There was a group of girls on the beach dancing to the overly played pop music. However I was sat toasting marshmallows with Calum who arrived in a black button up shirt and black jeans which made him look more attractive then ever, it was hard to take my eyes off him.

”What happened to us?”

“He told me to stay away from you”

“What really?!” I gasped and turned toward Calum. 

“Yeah, after you got together he told me to stay away, so I did”

“Why did you listen to that ass?" 

"Because..h-he told me he’d hurt you if I didn’t, not as in violence but he’d tell you things, that wouldn’t be true not ever, but you seemed so happy with him”

"You shouldn’t have listened”

“I know.. But I was young and stupid”

I looked at the fire in front of us and back at Calum

“Wanna go to my house and build a pillow fort?” Calum laughed and grabbed the packet of marshmallows we were eating

“Let’s go”

The whole journey to my flat I couldn’t keep my eyes of Calum and his jawline mostly, man that could cut a bitch. 

We got to the door and I unlocked it, I went straight to my room and got all the duvets and pillow and ran back into the living room

“I went through you cupboards and found chocolate, cola and ice cream, along with the marshmallows we stole" 

"Great here we go”

We spent a hour building the fort, trying to keep pillows on top of other pillows but failed most of the time so our fort is a few pillows on the floor with the duvet lying across two sofas above us. We managed to eat the rest of the marshmallows and the ice cream had melted by the time we got to it, after the cokes I went and got something a bit stronger.

“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in three years” I said whilst opening the bottle of beer and passing it to Calum

“I missed you”

”Ive missed you too” I whispered, looking down at the beer

“How’s you love life, anyway? I told you about Derrick what about you?”

“I’m not with anyone”

“Really a guy like you?” I said whilst Calum sat up on his elbow looking over me

“Yeah a guy like me, there’s only one girl that I can’t live without”

“Really who?”

“Selena Gomez” I laughed at him and I smacked his shoulder

“No but really, ever since day one it’s always been her”

“Ever since she went on Disney channel?”

“No I’m not talking about Selena I’m talking about you”

“Me?”

“Yeah you” he mumbled 

I looked up at him and his eyes seem to look genuine, I never thought that he would like me, I didn’t even know I could like him. But the feeling in my stomach tells me otherwise. He lent down and gave me a Eskimo kiss which made me laugh and as did he.

“God you’re a idiot”

I rolled on top of him and leant down 

"I know Cal, I know” I pressed my lips to his, I’ve never felt fireworks, never ever but if this is what fireworks feel like I want more, I swiped my tongue over his lips and he taste like minty-cola. I stopped kissing him and tugged on his bottom lip, smirking at him which made him moan and made me laugh. I moved to his neck, he smelled delicious and I sucked a hickey. His hand grabbed hold of my waist as he tried to grind up into me, which made me moan into his neck.

“Y/N-N please”

“What do you want?" 

“You” I sit up straight and rest my hands on his chest slowly scratching down as I grind on him. 

“As much as I love this” He gets hold of my shirt and pulls it over me and flips us over. 

”I’m Incharge, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this”

I grabbed hold of erection and slowly palmed him

“I think I have a rough idea”

He leant down and kissed me again as I leant up and unclipped my bra. He started to kiss down my neck sucking hickeys as he went, he got down to my boobs and sucked onto my left nipple whilst his hand massaged my left. 

“F-fuck Calum” I whined 

He moaned which vibrated around my nipple, he took the other nipple into his mouth I was in pure bliss, my hand went into Calums hair and the other too Calums button on his jeans he sat up and took off his jeans and then undid mine. 

“I’ve been waiting for this so long I don’t think I’ll last…”

“It okay I just need you and only you”

He took of my panties and his boxers and reached over to his jeans as he was doing that I leant forward and kitten licked his dick

“Y/N Jesus” I looked up at him and he had his head tilted back and his hand moved into my hair 

“Y/N” he whined as I took him into my mouth, he let out a few curse words before tugging me off him

“I-I w-wanna fuck you”

I leant back “then do it” I giggled whilst rolling onto all fours and wiggling my ass in the air. I heard a small ‘fuck’, after he rolled on the condom his hand came down and slapped my ass. Which I was not expecting to feel so good, so I wiggled my ass again and he laughed whilst palming my ass and spanking it again. I felt his tip at my entrance and he stayed there circling it around my entrance. “Calum” I whined, “What?” he smirked, I pushed myself backwards onto him. We moaned in unison as he pounded into me, he kept smacking my ass and I could feel him hitting my g-spot which made me muffle my face in the pillow below as I clutched the sheets.

“Nu-uh pretty girl” Calum moaned and grabbed my hair and pulled me into his chest hitting me at a better angle. I reached around and grabbed hold of his ass and leant my head on his shoulder. He sucked on my neck licking over the hickeys he previously made. Which made me whimper over and over again. 

“I’m going to cum pretty girl”

“S-same”

“Cum then beautiful” he whispered in my ear, which sent me over the edge as I fell onto the pillows, I series of swears and relating Calums name came out my mouth as I saw stars. I got up just to turn my head around and watch Calum cum in me.

I rolled over and he collapsed on top of me so his head was resting on my chest. 

“You know I wasn’t joking, I’ve like you for a really long time when you went with Derrick I was so upset and I didn’t want to hurt you so I let you to be with someone you loved”

“I never really loved him, I always thought of you, ya know, I thought of you more than him, you were always on my mind”

He raised his head and kissed me 

“Be mine?”



6 weeks later it was the surf competition and I had made it into the final, there were me and two others Australia’s sweetheart and a girl who is a bitch so I’m not associating with her, it was the last race and we had to perform at least 5 tricks I was nervous as fuck. So far I haven’t smashed my face on any surfboards and I’m a lot more experienced this year and i’ve got an amazing boyfriend who’s been supporting me through this competition along with Y/F/N and Dan.

“You’re going to do great baby” Calum says whilst kissing my forehead

“Thank you”

“Yeah!! you’re gonna splash them outta the water” Y/F/N said excitedly whilst jumping up and down into Dan’s arms

“I love you” Calum whispered in my ear my breath hitched and I turned around to face him 

“You mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t” he blushed

I grabbed hold of his face and kissed him “I love you too” I mumbled against his lips

We smiled into the kiss and let go by the sound of the speaker calling me over

“If you win I’ll give you the champion a small present” he spoke whilst winking

“Pretty sure it’s not small Cal” I shouted as I ran to the start line.

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to the signs that have marked my heart

dear aries, i strongly apologize for the way things have turned for you. you are not a catastrophe, and there is a highway out there for you somewhere. it may seem as if it’s a traffic jam of thousands; no way for you to escape. but i promise you will find your way to happiness 

dear taurus, you are way more than a system of millions and billions of stars, you’re a share of our universe. so please, please, don’t shut yourself away

dear gemini, never give up if you fall over. just remember, everything that breaks has a chance of fixing. what happened yesterday, months or years ago, no longer matters. today is a new day; a new beginning  

dear cancer, your eyes are like an endless ocean, full of secrets i will never come to know. but someday someone will drown in them, and be smothered with your love and mysteries

dear leo, i know that stress is a big problem in your life, but i’ll always be here for you to help you unwind that string. thank you for helping me see the little positivities and beauty in life

dear virgo, i told you things i wouldn’t even admit to myself and you treated me like i was still precious and beautiful; a rose in a valley of devastation. i became addicted to your love and i couldn’t remember the lighting and wildfires or the life i had before you. you were everything i craved; i needed you, and i lacked you. you told me you needed me too and i believed you, oh i believed. but you’d rather linger above the clouds and live a false truth then be down on the ground with me. i wish i could be up above the stars with you but i’m pinned to the earth. i search search search for you, and know i might never find you, but part of me still clings onto the hope that you might love me the way i love and yearn for you.   

dear libra, learn to enjoy the time you spend by yourself. sometimes you may feel as if loneliness is eating and picking you apart. but the company of only yourself can benefit you at times

dear scorpio, i let myself believe that the words that spilled from your mouth could cure my pain but some words you said placed another scar on my heart. i thought i could change you into something i now know that you can never be. and i apologize for that

dear sagittarius, never let yourself believe that you are dull and meaningless. because you are a thousand shades of colors; a sunset. love yourself, and accept who you really are

dear capricorn, you have to learn to allow people to love you; no one will be able to if you keep your heart locked up in a box. you are so much more than what you think of yourself

dear aquarius, don’t waste your entire life on someone who doesn’t appreciate you to their fullest. you deserve so much more

dear pisces, let go of the past and i promise the storm lurking in your brain will fritter away. remembering everything bad that has ever happened to you only brings unwanted tears and misery 

How I Became The Help: My Au Pair Story

Brace yourselves. This is the story of how I made a slow descent into madness. 

I met the Maline* family the third day I arrived in France. I had already skyped the mother twice the week prior and had fallen in love with her vivacious spirit. Marie*, we will call her. She was warm and sunny. She had long auburn curls and an infectious smile. I could just tell she was the most popular mom in the neighborhood. She already had two babysitters, but she was looking for a live-in english tutor. She assured me that my  *sole* responsibility was to help them with their english homework and babysit them every now again. Weekends were completely mine and I received weekly pay on top of free housing, a phone, and money for transportation. Who would turn down a deal like that? 

The Warm Welcome

Three months ago, Marie picked up my mother and me from our hotel promptly at noon. Her energy was through the roof. She was excited to meet us and my energy quickly matched hers. Their home was something of Martha Stewart perfection. Every room was immaculate, carefully constructed to allude the perfect balance between elegance and modesty. 

Hugging the entire back of the house were 5 shuttered French doors, which on this first visit were completely open to allow in the sun’s natural light. In the backyard were two little boys, ages 6 and 9, bonding over soccer with their father. In the living room was the eldest daughter, age 12, intensely focused, practicing the drums for an upcoming recital. 

What I loved most about my surroundings were the decorative artifacts in every corner of the house. Congolese masks in the office, Russian dolls in the den, Japanese art above the oven. They were trying to make a statement, for sure. “Not only are we well traveled, but we fully embrace other cultures within our home!” Honestly I dug it.  It was a nice touch to an otherwise vanilla home. 

After having a 5 course meal complete with red wine AND Champagne, Marie asked me when I was planning to move home. HOME. Whether this was a result of broken english or not, I took this as a sign that she already saw me as one of the family. I looked over to my mother & had an Orphan Annie moment. 

I moved in a couple days later, believing fully that this was the best gift I could have received in my move.

I was wrong. 

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The winx club was my entire LIKE older childhood haha. From…. I guess 11 to… 14? I don’t know how long it was but for a significant chunk of my life I was in love with the winx club. I made friends with this girl in my town and she told me about the show and we watched it together every Saturday morning. We would jump on her trampoline and pretend to be the fairies. It was such a good show and now Netflix has wrecked it. Netflix original series inFUCKINGdeed!!!

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Back in my old stomping grounds for the weekend. I run alone, often because I prefer the meditation that comes from listening to my labored breathing and the unfiltered thoughts that come with running many miles.

However, I will say there is something deeply comforting being around my running people. Seeing my fellow runners and waving hello and knowing that they get me. They understand why I get up early every single Saturday morning and tie up my shoes and go out for my long run. They understand because they’re out there too.

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PCA Vote Drabble #4

Mike taking care of Ginny is kink tbh

Mike smiles as he sits on the edge of the lake, his fishing pole in the water. He can hear Ginny behind him, skipping around taking pictures. They had a few off days so he manages to steal her away for a little trip to the mountains. Their cabin is tiny, four little rooms warmed by a fireplace and a bathroom with a giant clawfoot tub, but to Mike it’s nothing short of paradise because Ginny hasn’t stopped smiling since she got there. She wasn’t sure about the trip, sure they would be seen renting a Jeep or hiking, but so far they hadn’t seen anyone. Mike is almost sure they’re completely in their thicket of woods.

She walks over to where he is, takes tissue from their backpack and pops a kiss on his temple then disappears. A moment later she calls, “What do you want for dinner?”

“How about I cook?”

“You cook?”

He smiles. “I do everything, rookie.”

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liseless  asked:

This is awesome! D3 and ereri, pretty please?

Thank you! D3- I’m a flower deliverer and you live on top of this big ass hill and I hate you and the person who keeps sending you flowers

No more please


“Hey Levi,” Erwin calls.

I look up from the carnations I am currently tending to and see Erwin waving a slip of paper at me from behind the front desk.  "Delivery?“

“Yup,” Erwin nods. “Half dozen roses.  Google Maps says that the address is about two miles out of town.”

“Two miles out of town?”

“That is what I said. You can take my car if you’d like,” he offers.

“No I can handle it,” I reply immediately.

I cut the flowers and gather them together.  Erwin ties a red ribbon around them, attaching a card that he quickly but carefully wrote, containing the message the buyer wanted attached.  Eren. Please forgive me, I will always love you. J.  I roll my eyes.  So this is one of those customers.  What poor, unfortunate girl is this ‘J’ person trying to win back over?  Well, I’m about to find out.  I just hope she doesn’t slam the door in my face.

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No one understands that he was really a dad. He drove my sister and me to school every morning. Every weekend, either Saturday or Sunday, he’d say it was Daddy’s day, where he’d take us all day to the local park where they had a beautiful carousel or take us to the studio — we’d run around the studio on weekends when there was nobody there, we’d go into every animation room and prowl around the lot. He was really a dad. He went to every school function, every Father’s Night.

- Diane Disney Miller, [x]