are you wings or move? black magic or shoutout to my ex? we are who we are or stereo soldier? mr. loverboy or nothing feels like you? grown or a.d.i.d.a.s.? touch or private show? how ya’ doin or competition? case closed or f.u.?
I love Little Mix, they’re amazing, so I’m excited to write about this song. I also listened to this song on end when my emotions were a bit crazy because of my feelings. lol fun times. ANYWAY! Thanks for the request and if you have a request I’ve yet to answer, please be patient - I often have to listen to the song on repeat for ages to write. Enjoy!
He stood in front of the mirror and styled his dirty blonde hair to imperfect perfection before picking up his aftershave and spraying it. He was dressed to the nines, ready to embark on yet another date this week as I sat on the sofa in my PJs ready for yet another night in. It’s been like this almost every night for I don’t know how long. Michael enjoyed his time out on the dating scene, while I just stood in the sidelines and watched as girls were brought back to our apartment after he had wooed them on their date, ready to give them a night of euphoric satisfaction. And I hated it.
Michael was my best friend. We were like two peas in a pod. Except this pea is totally and utterly besotted by the Sydney born. It shouldn’t be this way. It should never have happened. But I did the thing. The thing where you accidentally fall for your best friend. I hated it. It was pure emotional torture. I daren’t tell him how I felt. No way, no how. We’ve been too close for too long and it’d be weird for him, I just know it. Welcome to the friendzone- population: me.
He was quite the ladies man. He’d take them on the most breathtaking dates, it was truly amazing. It really had me jealous.
I snapped out of my daydream that I had drifted into after studying his beautiful facial features from his reflection in the mirror.
“I’m hoping to get home by midnight, can you make sure you’re in your room by then? I don’t want things to be awkward.”
I grunted a reply.
There was a stab in my heart. Here we go again. Another night where I had to make myself scarce for Mr Loverboy to be able to satisfy his needs once more. It had become such a regular thing and every occurrence broke me just that little bit more.
“Also, I know you’re ordering takeout again, but can you make sure you clear it before you go? I don’t want the place looking a mess when I’m tryna impress,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
That came out a little harsher than usual.
“Whoa, someone’s on their period.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said ‘someone’s on their period.’ Jeez, Y/N, don’t take it out on me.”
“Don’t blame shit on me being a woman, Michael, that’s so fucking sexist,” I snarled.
“What is your problem?” He asked in a harsh turn as he spun around to face me, while fixing his collar.
“Nothing.” I mumbled. I had to bite my tongue and stop in my tracks.
“Well you’re acting like something is up, so out with it, already, I need to leave in 10.” He checked his watch to ensure he was running on time.
“I’m just sick of this,” I huffed.
He walked towards me, his expression questioning what I’d just stated, egging me to elaborate.
“I’m sick of having to adjust my living arrangements to suit your love life.”
There was a pressure of emotions building up inside me, ready to hit the brim. It has been too long and I don’t know how much longer I can keep my little secret to myself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea my life got in the way of yours so much,” he spat with sarcasm. “You know I’d do the same if you could be bothered to go out and find someone.”
“Are you insinuating I’m too lazy to go get myself a fuck buddy?” I scoffed.
“Hey, you know full well she is not just a fuck buddy, Y/N.”
“Maybe she isn’t, but are we going to talk about the previous girls? Like Cait or Emma? How about Whitney or Zoe? Huh? How about them? Because I’ve not heard those names since they left your bedroom.”
“At least I can get some.”
My heart stopped as eyes met with his, hurt glazing over them.
“Are you… are you saying that I’m not good enough for anyone?”
The anger fell from his face. He knew what he had done.
“No…no, Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that…”
His hand reached to the back of his head as he rubbed it as he tried to think through what he had just said.
“Yeah, well you’re probably right,” I bitterly laughed. “Nobody would want me.”
I brought my legs to my chest as I thought about the truth that Michael so evidently gave me.
“I mean, come on, not even you would touch me with a fucking barge pole.”
“I didn’t say-”
“And you’ve had some pretty cheap thrills, easy to please so you benefit with pleasure.”
The irritance filled his face once more.
“That was out of order, Y/N, and you know it!”
The anger began to build up in his eyes, turning a darker shade of green, pissed at the insults I was spitting. I hated this. I hated us fighting. Because all I wanted to do was scream to the Gods above about how I felt.
“Really? Was it really? I mean after all, you always think with your penis and you never even consider me!”
“You know what? I don’t fucking need this.”
He began to storm out of the door but halted before kicking over the hall stand in anger, a crash and thud echoing in wake of his action.
“You are so infuriating sometimes, Y/N,” he called out with frustration. As much as he wanted to leave and get to his date, he and I both knew he couldn’t just end it on an argument.
“Yeah, well get fucking used to it, bestie.”
I picked up the bottle of bud on the table and began to harshly chug it back. I needed to forget this stupid fucking fight. All because I can’t control my emotions.
He entered the room once more at a forceful pace. His hair was now a tangled mess from the amount of times he played with it in frustration.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He spat once more.
“YOU. Alright? You are my fucking problem, Michael. You are.”
He looked at me, taken back by my comments. Never had we been so harsh towards one another. Tears began to brim in my eyes as I rapidly blinked them back.
“I’m so fucking sick of you. Sick to my teeth. Because every night I have to deal with you coming back with some bitch draped on your arm. You’re drunk and giggling this stupid laugh and then head to your room so you can fuck her loud enough that the neighbours clearly knows which one of us is getting laid. I have to sit back and watch you get ready to go out, I have to spend my nights alone with alcohol and the TV to keep me company because that’s all I have. That’s the pinnacle of my wild nights out. And then the crescendo of it all is getting to block out your loud sexual activities as I cry myself to sleep. Yeah, every Goddamn night I fall asleep with my eyes stinging with tears because this is what my life has come to. Living with my best friend except not living, just simply existing in his bachelor pad because he’s out on the game consistently. And because my heart fucking hates me. Because I’m in love with my best friend and have been for so long but didn’t do anything about it so now I’m forever in the prison sentence that is the friendship zone because someone like you will never look at someone like me. And I know I’ve done the damage now. So go, go on your stupid date and I’ll be sure to be out of the way, probably already asleep after packing because I can’t take this anymore, Michael! I can’t do it.” I screamed out so much that my voice began to break.
Michael’s was shellshocked. Hell, so was I.
“You… you what?”
“Can’t you fucking hear? Or did the screams of the girls deafen you? I love you,” I choked out before getting up and heading out of the room.
A strong hand gripped my wrist and tugged me back, almost causing me to fall backwards.
“No. No, Y/N. You don’t drop a bombshell like that and leave,” Michael shook his head furiously.
And there it goes; our five years of friendship swimming down the drain.
“Why? It’s not like there’s anything else to it, is there?” I scoffed. “You’ve made it clear that you are happy in your current lifestyle. So let’s just save it and not cause anymore damage.” Tears were threatening to overflow.
“You can’t just come out randomly after five years, after all this time, after I’m finally getting somewhere with someone and proclaim your love, Y/N. This isn’t fair.”
“Love never was a fair game…” I muttered under my breath.
He began to pace back and forth, hands tugging at his bleached locks.
“I need some time. I need time,” was all he could manage.
“What, to go ahead on your date?” I rolled my eyes as tears began to threaten to spill over.
“I need some time alone.”
He headed out the door with a slam following close behind. Silence fell in his place. Everything I once knew had been changed for good.
Summary: “Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much your life has changed” -Unknown
Word Count:2,000ish words
Warnings: mentions of getting bullied and parents splitting up.
A/N: This was written for @lovemesomepie85 for her birthday which happened a couple of days ago.
you were little you were always shy and stuck by yourself. Even
through grade school and after your family moved to Dallas, Texas
during your Junior year. That year you met someone who understood you
and always protected you. He was there when you were getting bullied
and when your parents decided that it was best to get a divorce. He
was there to help you, hold you, and protect you from all harm. Over
the years he had become like an older brother to you or well that was
how it was in the beginning.
couple of years ago you started to feel something more but you never
told him. You were scared to tell him especially because he had
everything going for him. He was doing what he loved and you
definitely didn’t want to stop that or mess it up. Even now you still
felt the same after not seeing him for a couple of years and moving
away to another state, then to another country. You had moved to
Australia for your job, you were a doctor. When you got there you met
one of your closest friends, Sarah Fudge soon to be Shepparrd. She
had taken you under her wing and showed you how everything was done
in Australia. It wasn’t that hard to learn everything and you only
had your fast learning abilities to thank for that. Australia was
definitely different than America but you couldn’t have been happier,
you were in a new place. But when you got the call from Sarah asking
if you would come to California to help with last minute wedding
details you decided it was time. You couldn’t stay away or run away
from America forever and would have to probably face Jensen again. It
would be hard if you tried because of Sarah’s fiancé, Mark, who was
friends with Jensen.
couple of days after the call and you had booked a flight you were on
your way to spend time with your friend and new little niece. Sarah
had sent you pictures and you couldn’t have been more in love with
the little girl. But as soon as you were holding her those thoughts
changed and you didn’t want to put her down. “So (Y/N) how is
Woollahra without me” she asked and I sighed, “Everyone misses
you, especially your parents” I told her and she nodded while
smiling then we took off from the airport. “So Mark is at a
convention this weekend, so if you want we could have a girls weekend
while we plan the rest of Mark and I’s wedding” she told me after
a while into the driving and you agreed. You loved those kinds of
weekends with her because you would stay in and watch an action movie
like Suicide Squad or Captain America. We would also drink a wine and
sometimes forget the movie and just talk about anything. “You know
(Y/N) I don’t understand why you always said you don’t like
America, it is pretty nice” she told me and you smiled while
thinking about Jensen. “I fell in love with someone and I never
told them because I didn’t want to mess up anything that was going
for them” you told her and she oh’ed. “Who was it” she asked
and you smiled again while shaking your head. “I can’t, you might
know him or something” you told her then went to the guest room
that she had told you was now yours for whenever you visited. “You
can’t just walk away from me with that” she told you while you
started to go through your bookbag. You didn’t plan on staying for
long so you packed a bookbag and that was it. You had learned to pack
light because Sarah and you loved to go on day trips in Australia and
you were in charge of packing one bag for the both of you. Those
trips were easy to pack for since you both were the same size and
wore the same style of clothes. “Please tell me, I promise I won’t
try to go looking for him” she told you while you finally choose
something to wear but you stopped to look at her. “We both know
that is a lie, you have tried that line before and still went
looking” you told her and she sighed knowing that you were right.
The only difference from then and now was that she had no idea it was
Jensen Ackles one of her friends. When you had told her back when you
lived together, you were intoxicated and were telling her wrong
things like that his eyes were blue instead of candy apple green.
she had finally left the room, you changed into some comfy clothes
then headed out to meet Sarah on the couch. She had already put in
Suicide Squad, something you haven’t seen yet, and had gotten the
wine and her wedding binder out. “So what are the plans” I asked
her once you sat down and Isabella was in your lap. “I ordered
Chinese, Mark should be picking it up for us and dropping it off”
she told me and you froze. “Don’t worry though he has to go back
out and won’t be back until after you leave, he just wanted to stop
by and see us” she told you and you nodded. “Then once he stops
by we will get to planning while the movie plays and I will get all
of the dirt on Mr. Loverboy” she said while you sighed but nodded.
When she was finished talking there was a knock at the door then
someone stepped in who I recognized as Mark, you had seen him over
Skype once or twice, and Jensen with someone else who was extremely
tall. As soon as you looked at Jensen you booked it out of the room,
silently hoping he didn’t see you. Once you got around the corner
you slowed down a little bit and noticed you still had Isabella in
your arms which made you gulp. “Who was that” you heard Jensen
ask and you sighed, he was always curious and needed to know things.
At least that was how it was with you, he always wanted to know who
you were with or where you were going. He even scared away your prom
date and you had to tag along with him and his high school
sweetheart. Her name was Danneel and you were really close to her but
once she moved back to Lafayette, Louisiana you lost contact with
her. “Uh that was my friend from Australia, her name is uh (Y/M/N)”
Sarah lied for you. “Don’t you mean (Y/N) honey” Mark asked and
you peeped around the corner to see Sarah shaking her head at him
with a look you knew very well. It was the
shut-up-or-I’m-going-to-punch-you look, but the funny thing is that
she never punches anyone. Well, she never punched you. “Didn’t
you know a (Y/N) (Y/M/N) once” the tall man asked Jensen and you
hid again then looked down at little Isabella who was starting to
look a little unhappy. “Shh, Isabella, its okay” you whispered to
her but she soon started to cry and you heard someone walking your
way. “Jensen stop, I got it” Sarah started to tell him and you
sighed but you were soon met with the green eyes that you came to
love. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered while Sarah soon walked into the
hallway where you had been hiding, “Oh” was all she said then
walked out with Isabella in her arms since she had taken her from you
to calm her down.
hey, Jay, how are you” you asked and he laughed a little. “We go
from speaking for hours on the phone to you leaving the country as
soon as we stop and the first thing you say is hey, how are you” he
asked and you nodded. “What else am I supposed to say” you asked
and he sighed, “how about an ‘I missed you’” he told you. “I
did. Also me leaving the country had nothing to do with you. My boss
thought that it was better for me to go to Australia so I did” you
told him and he nodded. “I missed you too” he told you after a
minute of staring in (Y/E/C) and you smiled at him then pulled him in
for a hug. After you pulled away you went into the living room where
you and Sarah were once sitting and grabbed your wine then gulped it
down. “Hey (Y/N), how are you” Mark asked after you walked over
to where they were after you set your glass back down, “I’m
fan-freaking-tastic” you told him and they all laughed a little
which made you a little confused but you brushed it off after a
couple of seconds of thinking. It was probably from the show since
they all worked together on Supernatural. “Oh, I’m Jared by the
way” the tall man told you and you turned towards him with a smile,
“I’m (Y/N), it is nice to meet you” you told him then allowed
him to pull you in for a hug which was really warm. It was almost as
warm as Jensen’s. After a couple of minutes of talking the boys
soon had to leave and you were left with Sarah to finish your girls
night. “So I found out who Mr. Loverboy is” she told you
playfully and you laughed. “I bet you did” you told her then
grabbed a container of Chinese food and went over to the couch. Once
you got there you plopped yourself on most of the couch then started
to eat while Sarah went to put Isabella down. When she came back she
was holding a blanket for the two of you to share and you took it
from her so she could get her food. “So I was thinking” she
started and you nodded sorta knowing where this was headed. “Yes”
you asked hoping it wouldn’t be too crazy. “I was wondering if
you wanted to move in here with Mark and I. We would love to have you
and I’m sure Isabella would be happy to have her favorite aunt here
as well. Also you can get to know Jensen again and maybe-” she went
on and you finally cut her off. “I’d have to think about it but I
don’t want to be a burden” you told her and she shook her head.
“You wouldn’t be, Mark and I love you like your our little
sister” she told you and you knew what she meant. You had only met
Mark a few times but you had instantly clicked the first time you met
so it didn’t matter. “I’ll think about it, I promise” you
told her and she nodded.
that, you both went back to work and soon enough it was nearing three
in the morning and your phone had not stop buzzing. “You should
really answer that” Sarah told you after your phone signaled that
someone was calling you for what felt like the fifteenth time but
really could have only been the seventh. “Alright, but after we
clean up” you told her and she shook her head. “No, I got it. You
go talk to whoever is calling you” she told you and you nodded then
left the living room, heading towards the backyard. Once you got out
there your phone started to ring and you answered it, “Hello, who
is this” you asked. “Hey, best friend” you heard Jensen’s
voice tell you and that started the talk.
got your name tattooed in an arrow heart- this is inspired off the fanfic "this". Message me for the link to it. Anyways, I can't fucking stand this fanfic it gives me so many emotions so I just made a little playlist to say bless the author.
voodoo doll by 5sos // lucky by jason mraz & colbie caillat // magic by one direction // a love like war by all time low ft. vic fuentes // r u crazy by conor maynard // mr loverboy by little mix // wonderwall by ed sheeran (cover) // who you love by john mayor ft. katy perry // west coast by the neighborhood // miss jackson by panic at the disco ft. lolo // toxic by alex and sierra (cover) // she looks so perfect by 5sos // sex by the 1975 // say you're just a friend by the vamps (cover) // jack by the vamps // dreaming by smallpools // lies by marina and the diamonds
“If it isn’t Mr. Loverboy, himself.” Colette said as she watched her partner in crime for the next couple of months, Kid Grantwood walk into their rehearsal space. “Look at you, is that a blush on see on your face? Aw, look at him, you guys.” Colette said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. @kingkidgrantwood