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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings whom’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beat heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead mans lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: All of the in-between moments of a relationship, captured in the one-sided monologue that is voicemail. 

A/N: 

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a week whoops.

This isn’t the Untitled Garbage Fic that I’ve been rambling about but hopefully it will hold you over until that one is post-able.

Basically, I wanted to start getting words flowing again for the first time since we finished WYCH and that manifested in me choosing the absolute worst format for telling a narrative story. Honestly, this may or may not be the dumbest thing I’ve ever posted like @ becca why would you think this is a good structure for a fic? 

I hope you get a kick out of me fumbling my way out of writer’s block lmao.

Also ps shout out to @fragmentofmymind​ for being great at all times and for reading through this monstrosity for me (and providing that gif), she’s super awesome and super talented and if you aren’t following her already then honestly where have you been??

Word Count: does it even matter? the format on this is weird I’m so sorry.


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EXO’s Reaction to YOU Being Pregnant {Requested}

“EXO reacts to their partner being pregnant :)”

Here you go anon! :)

Xiumin: “You’re pregnant?!” Ahh he would scream grabbing you and wrapping you in a big hug before backing up and asking you if hugs would hurt the baby. As you happily shook your head no, he’d scoop you up and hug you again.

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Luhan: “This is so amazing baby” he would say with a big smile “I hope we have a little girl so that she can be beautiful just like her mom” He’d step behind you and hug you from the back laying his head on your shoulder. “I guess i got that good good after all.” You’d groan and wrestle out of his hold as he laughed at his silly joke.

Originally posted by parkchny

Kris: “A baby? Really?” He would stand there with you looking at the pregnancy test. Oh my goodness Jagi! we have so much we have to do we have to buy so many things, aughhh!!! Why are you not planning with me?” He’d ask you as he produced a pen and paper from his pocket. “We still have 8 more months babe, I think we can take it slow.” He’d laugh at himself then pull you in for a hug. “I’m just happy.” He’d tell you “So very happy.”

Originally posted by oppa-smiles

Suho: “I love you Y/N….I’ve always loved you but i love you even more now.” he would say as he kissed after you had showed him your ultrasound pics. “A baby, our baby, This is great.”

Originally posted by dugyu

Lay: “So you’re telling me that all of my amazing hip thrusts actually may have made a mini me?” He’d ask you with a smile and you would playfully shove him and groan at his silliness. “Yes babe your awesome moves are the sole reason we’re having a baby.” you’d answer with an eyeroll. “Good!” He’d respond before wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then we did pretty good babe, pretty good”

Originally posted by princeyiixing

Baekhyun: “Awhh cuddle bug we made a baby? Oh wow I’m going to be a dad! Hmm if it’s a boy Let’s name him Baekhyun Jr. and if it’s a girl let’s name her Baekhyuna!” You crossed your arms and looked at him. “You’re never serious, are you?” He’d come to you uncross your arms and hug you close. “I’m serious now babe, I’m really excited for this.”

Originally posted by parkchny

Chen: “Babyyy!!!” He’d rush you pick you and twirl you in the air! “We’re having a baby!!” He scream out to anyone that could hear. “My love and I are are going to be parents!! Ahhh.”

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe

Chanyeol: After you told him that you were pregnant he would be speechless for the first time in his life. After hugging you for a long moment he would finally be able to say “This is unbelievable but it’s the best unbelievable thing that’s ever happened. I love you Y/N.”

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

D.O.: “Look at this Jagi” He would tell you as he pulled out an old worn stuffed animal. “This was my first friend and maybe this could be the first friend to our baby too.” You ‘d smile at him as he waved the toy in front of your belly. “I think that’s a great idea hon.”

Originally posted by osehu

Kai: “Me? A daddy!” He would start smiling and not be able to stop before then asking if you felt okay, and if you needed anything, and would let you know that he would make you any crazy dish you wanted, even if it was peanut butter on pickles. “Anything for the mother of my child” he’d say as he kissed your forehead.

Originally posted by ionqins

Tao: “So you’re telling me that in a few months we’re going to be the proud parents of our very own baby?” You smiled and snuggled in to his arms. “Yep, that’s what I’m telling you.” He would tighten his hold around you where you lay “That’s so cool Y/N! Ahh seriously this is the best!”

Originally posted by a-tao-b

Sehun: “I can’t stop smiling!” He’d tell you. “We’re having a baby and I’m going to be a dad and I just can’t stop smiling!” You laughed “It’s okay you can smile as much as you want baby.” He’d grab you ad kiss the smile still on the corners of his lips. “I feel like I’m experiencing the full definition of joy, right now, with you.”

Originally posted by luderella

SMH as things people have said to me (since everyone is doing these kinds of things)
  • Jack: Sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or not and it really fucks me up.
  • Bitty: Your southern ancestors are rolling over in their graves at you pronouncing it puh-cahn.
  • Shitty: Did you know your grandmother was the one who taught me how to sort the seeds out of the weed? She taught me how to roll a joint, too.
  • Lardo: Sometimes I think da Vinci just tried to see how gay he could make his paintings without getting caught.
  • Ransom: I think I have everyone I've ever met as a friend on Facebook. Is that not normal?
  • Holster: I think I'm mostly straight? Probably like 95% straight. I don't know, but I would totally bang my best friend, okay?
  • Nursey: Wanna hold my hand and pretend to be dating to piss off that homophobic guy that's always preaching the Bible outside of the dining hall?
  • Dex: I think it's pretty awesome how we became friends because we hated everyone else that lived on our floor.
  • Chowder: I feel like if I had to live with you I would go crazy.
  • Whiskey: You don't actually have to be the greatest person in the world. You just have to, you know, not suck.
  • Tango: Is it a bad idea to microwave raw bacon for like, 5 minutes?
  • Johnson: It's accepted knowledge that we know for certain some things. But have you ever thought about how exactly we know what we know? Like, the color blue. How do we know that it's the color blue for everyone? What if my color blue is actually your color red, but we just learned the same name for it so it's called blue to both of us?
  • Kent: If your cat is missing after I leave, don't check my bag.

anonymous asked:

FUCK i had no idea you were the author of 'devour'! i love mpreg too! but what about Hux? any headcanons/fic ideas about pregnant omega hux?? pleasee??

omg omg okay omega Hux has become my  o x y g e n so you came to the right place my friend

  • ok Hux would hate being pregnant…his clothes not fitting him anymore, his feet and back aching like crazy during his long hours on the bridge but mostly he’d hate people knowing that he’s been bred because thats what the alphas at the Academy used to bully him about, that a weak omega like him would only be useful as a breeding bitch
  • but, bless, Kylo is so supportive and so protective of Hux, scowling and growling at any alpha officer who dares allow their gaze to linger on Hux for too long, and Kylo constantly makes a point of telling Hux how strong he is for carrying their child, though Kylo can’t help but linger around Hux on the bridge to make sure that his pregnant mate is taking care of himself
  • and Hux totally can’t fight his natural instincts so he starts to nest, building a den in the corner of his and Kylo’s quarters, using Kylo’s warmest robes as blankets
  • and Kylo totally lets him do whatever his precious omega wants
  • Hux swells with Kylo’s child, his stomach grows bigger and bigger until he’s deemed unfit for active duty and he’s confined to his quarters for essential work only, which Kylo is only too happy about because now he can keep a close eye on Hux’s and the child’s health
  • Kylo, almighty and domineering alpha, would totally sing Alderaanian lullabies to Hux’s stomach (MIRRORBRIGHT)
  • two words: pregnant sex
  • Kylo would love it, seeing his bloated pregnant mate writhing underneath the touch of his alpha, whispering his name until he comes all over his own stomach
  • OH and Hux would have suuuuch sensitive nipples and Kylo’s new favourite thing to do would be to suck and bite them until Hux can come from that sort of touch alone
  • ….but then Hux would absolutely have a complicated labor
  • Kylo would wake up in the middle of the night to find empty sheets next to him, looking across the room to find Hux in his nest of blankets and Kylo’s clothes, sweating and in pain that something isn’t right, it isn’t supposed to feel like this
  • and Kylo has to soothe Hux to the point where he’ll leave the safety of his nest and allow Kylo to carry him down to medbay
  • the child is incredibly distressed (force sensitive baby? Hux is too thin? early labor? you decide!) and Kylo is trying so hard not to rage at the doctors, to scream at them to do something to help Hux, who’s crying in such pain
  • but when Hux wakes up from the c-section, he looks to his left and sees Kylo sitting with a little red-haired baby, smiling down at her with such a wild admiration in his eyes
  • and Hux knows that Kylo is going to be the most protective father in the galaxy
I’m always there when you need me-Anon Request

Hiya, everyone!

I hope everyone’s having a good week so far.

So here I am, with another imagine. i feel like its a little short, and mostly dialogue, so I apologize about that.

But I liked writing it, nonetheless. 

‘Hi! I love your blog an was wondering if you could right an imagine for me? (my boyfriend is really sick and he wants me to come over to his house and take care of him) is that ok? Thankkk youuu!!!’

Love, Sarah

y/n= your name b/n= boyfriend’s name



Sleep. Sleeping is great, such a great thing. A thing that shouldn’t be disturbed unless:


1) the house is on fire, but even in that case, I could be carried outside and not be disturbed from my slumber

2) someone is dying

3) Dylan O'Brien is at my doorstep

4) you are in possession of a (preferably more than 1 but I’ll take what I can get) Hershey’s cookies and cream chocolate bar

 

And so, last Saturday, when my phone’s obnoxious ringtone started blasting loudly from its place under my pillow, let’s just say I was not a very happy camper. In a groggy state, I’d reluctantly reached for my phone, slid my thumb across the screen, but not before my eyes shot a quick glare at the time: 2:55AM, and brought the phone up to my ear with a loud sigh.

It went a little like this…

“For your safety, I seriously hope someone’s dying for you to be calling at a such ungodly hour of the night.”

“So you want my brother to die? Geez, y/n if you want to break up with him don’t be so harsh about it.”

I frowned and pulled the phone back, long enough for me to see who was calling. I quickly sat up in bed after seeing my boyfriend’s name on my phone screen and brought the phone back up to my right ear.

“What? What’s going on? Why are you calling from b/n’s phone?”

“Well, dear apple of my brother’s eyes. I got home to find my brother puking his lungs out on his bedroom floor. Extremely gross.”

At that point I was more than awake, and quite worried.

“How in the world? What did he eat this time?”

“I have no idea,” b/n’s brother murmured with distaste in his voice. “He was out with his friends tonight though. They always end up doing some crazy, and stupid, really stupid shit. And-oh God, ew! He’s puking again! Mom!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, cringing at all the commotion coming from the other hand of the line.

“Hello?”

“Yeah okay, y/n. My brother’s being a little bitch and he’s whining about some pot brownie, I think he’s high and drunk, definitely drunk. And he’s fucking puking. It’s disgusting. Anyways, he won’t let anyone touch him and he wants you to come over. I think he’s about to cry, hurry up.”

“Huh, okay,” I mumbled, immediately springing into action. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

After slipping a pair of shoes on and grabbing my keys, phone and raincoat, I slipped out of my room and towards my parent’s. I knocked twice before pushing the door open and rushing to my mom’s side.

“Mom, mom,” I said, frantically shaking her shoulder until she woke up. “b/n’s sick and I need to go take care of him.”

My mom’s tired eyes took me in a she sighed before glancing at the time on her nightstand’s small clock. “y/n its 3 in the morning.” She remarked with a sigh.

“I know mom, but he needs me, I’ll be careful and I’ll text you as soon as I get there.” I don’t know what struck my mom to let me do such a thing but I didn’t question her and nearly squealed in happiness before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Love you guys!” I whisper-yelled before slipping out of their room and down the stairs.

 

Thankfully, the roads were crystal clear at 3AM and I made it to b/n’s house without breaking any laws. Okay, I might’ve ran a red light, or two, but that’s a detail.

Once I was safely parked into their driveway, I sent a quick text to my mom to let her know I was doing okay.

After locking my car’s doors, I made my way up to their door and rang the doorbell once. Less than 5 seconds later, the door swung open to reveal b/n’s very annoyed brother. “y/n! Thank God you’re here!” He cried, pulling me inside and closing the door. “I don’t know how much of my brother’s delirious whining I can take.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and quickly slipped my shoes off before darting towards the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, their very distressed mom greeted me. She proceeded to hug, and thank me a million times before ushering me towards the bathroom.

With a small sigh, I pushed the door open and cringed at the smell and sight. My boyfriend’s top half was slouched over the toilet with him holding onto it for dear life. Another sigh left my lips and I let my raincoat fall to the ground before entering to bathroom.

“b/n, hey.” I crouched down next to him and brushed some hair away from his forehead.

 ’‘Baby, you’re here.“ He looked up at me, eyes redder than ever and lips quivering.

 ’'Of course I am.” I smiled at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his limp figure. I just about jumped out of my skin when an inhuman sound left his throat before his head disappeared inside the toilet.

“Oh, God.” I groaned, turning my head away from the sight, rubbing my hand over his back in circular motions. I let him go until the only sound I could hear was him coughing and spitting in the bowl.

“Okay,” I reached for some paper and helped b/n sit down, with his back resting against the bathtub. He seriously looked like he was about to cry and I knew I could laugh about that later. I wiped his mouth and chest until all trace of vomit was gone and threw the paper away with a grimace. 

“What did you get yourself into this time?” I sighed, running my fingers through his damp hair.

“Th-they were like hey, hey! Lets eat this and,” he giggled before poking my cheek with his index. “You’re so cute, babe. So beautiful.” He was then full on stroking my cheeks with both of his hands.

The click of a camera was heard from behind us and I watched b/n’s eyes widen in horror before he tried pulling himself up. I glanced behind me and glared at b/n’s brother who raised his hands up in surrender.

“Go.” I order and he rolled his eyes, walking away and snickering down at his phone. I turned back and came face to face with a pouting b/n.

“He took a picture, and I look horrible.”

“No baby, you look great, I promise.” I lied because he did look pretty horrible. Two words. Sweat. Puke. The smell was horrible and he was literally glistening under the bathroom light because of how sweaty he was.

“Okay, I love you. S-so much, like bigger than the Milk Road-”

“You mean the Milky Way?” I corrected him with a chuckle. He simply fell silent and sat there, staring at me with a blank face.

“Okay, do you think you can stand? You need a shower.”

He shook his head and jugged out his bottom lip. “Can I have a bubble bath?”

“Jesus. No, we don’t have time for that. C'mon, I’ll help you.” I slid my hand under his armpits but he almost immediately slouched down after hearing my response.

“No? You don’t love me anymore?” His eyes were glistening with tears and I sighed.

“Of course I do, sweetie. I love you but you can’t have a bubble bath right now.”

With his right hand, he reached up for my cheek and started stroking it. His hand was super clammy but I didn’t pull away, not wanting him to start bawling his eyes out on me. “K-kiss me. ” He demanded, lips puckered up and right hand still stroking my cheek.

I frowned and placed my hand on his, pulling it down until it was resting on his thigh. “I can’t, you’re all-”

“Oh my God, ” He cried, his body slumped down even lower and his head fell backwards. He closed his eyes and his face contorted into a pained expression. “You don’t love me! Oh m-my God. You don’t wanna kiss me anymore. I don’t want a new lover, please. ” He whined while clutching my t-shirt.

“No, ” I held back a laugh and pushed some hair away from his forehead yet another time. “I love you, but I can’t kiss you right now sweetie. I’ll hug you now and later, once you’re all clean I promise you can get a kiss. ” I bargained while chewing on my bottom lip, hoping he’d stop whining so I could get him into the shower.

He frowned before lifting his head up and opening only one eye. “Pinkie promise? ” He asked, holding his pinkie out in front of me. I nodded and tightened my own around his for a seconds before resting both of my hands on his thighs.

“Good, okay. ” I pulled him in for a quick hug, smiling when he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Okay, lets get you in the shower. ”

Now, I’ve taken care of this fool before while he was sick, but never once was he drunk, and possibly high while it happened. It was already hard enough when he was just sick, so imagine having to help a delirious teenage boy shower at 3:40AM. What could’ve been done in 10 minutes took us 30 minutes. I ended up with the top half of my sweatpants completely soaked and my patience hanging on a very thing thread. But I loved him, and I still do, so I wasn’t that mad.

At 4:15AM, I’d changed into an old pair of b/n’s sweatpants and he was lying down in his bed with a damp towel over his forehead. The effects of the alcohol had started wearing down and he was looking at me with the guiltiest of looks on his face. I got up from my crouching position and placed his empty glass of water on his nightstand before sitting down next to his lying figure.

“How are you feeling? ” I questioned, running my fingers through his hair, a thing I knew he loved.

“Better. You’re so good to me, too good. ” He frowned before taking my free hand in his and pulling me down until I was lying face to face with him.

“You need to rest, ” I rolled my eyes, ignoring what he’d just said. “Do you need anything else? ”

He shook his head; frown still etched onto his pale face. “I’m sorry. I know you were tired because of work, I didn’t mean to. ” I smiled at him and rested my hand on his cheek before pressing a kiss to his nose.

“It’s okay, babe. I’m not mad at you, ” His features softened and I scooted closer to him. “You needed me so I came. Just stop doing stupid shit; I don’t want you to get really hurt. Then I’d be mad and scared. ”

“I love you so much. Can I get my kiss? ” He pleaded with a cute pout. I laughed and pecked his lips a few times.

“There, ” I smiled. “You got like five, how’s that? ”

He grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up before closing his eyes. “I’m so tired, can you stay with me? ”

I smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his lips. “Yeah, sweetie. I’ll stay. ”


The End

Voilaaa. I hope I lived up to your expectations Anon 😊 

And I hope everyone enjoyed!

Have a great night everyone 💙

Love, Sarah

Lucky Ones.

I sat in the passenger seat of my best friend Cecilia’s car looking out the window and wishing I could just remain inside the comforts of the 4-door vehicle. Having a best friend meant a lot of things, including doing things you didn’t really want to do.

Like attending concerts of music artists you didn’t really like just because she liked them or skipping out on a night of Netflix and chocolate to go to a club.

…And breaking into her ex’s home to retrieve a laptop.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t technically breaking and entering. She had a key. I just didn’t think that Max had thought of the fact she still had that key or at least thought of a way to pry it out of her slimy hands.

I missed happy Max and Cilia. They were now angry M&C after their bitter breakup that just so happened to occur in my living room while I sat on the couch awkwardly trying to watch tv and ignore the yelling and they stood in front of me blocking any chance I had of a decent view.

Yayyy love!

Now Cecilia had insisted on dragging me to her ex’s place of residence in order to get back a laptop the couple had supposedly shared throughout their relationship. Had I been thinking straight I would have opted to just buy her another. It would be cheaper than having to spend my night in jail after Max called the cops on us.

“Why did I let you talk me into this? Max is going to kill you and more importantly, me! He actually used to like me, you know?”

“Oh please. He’s not even home. Live a little.” She gave that shrug and coy smile that is always given in the movies before the character ends up doing something bad. Something really bad. I was just waiting for the lights of a car to pull into the driveway and come and save me from this wretched plan my best friend had come up with.

Without another word she stepped out of the car and I stupidly followed suit. I could hear the vibrant jingle of the car keys in her hand as she searched for the key to the home on her chain.

“What’s on this laptop anyway?” It had to be something important if she was going through so much effort to retrieve it.

“A sex tape,” she spoke nonchalantly while I, meanwhile, almost choked on my own spit. Cecilia looked to me and giggled with amusement. “Juuust kidding. It just has a few documents for work on it that I stupidly didn’t email myself.”

“Why don’t you just ask him for it?”

“Because it’s no fun if I just ask. Besides he’s not going to just hand it back to me. We’re bitter exes. That’s not how it works.”  I guess that was a sufficient excuse. Arriving at the door, Cecilia calmly entered her key into the lock and twisted, pushing the door open and I could hear a slight sigh of relief as she gained access to the home. “Still works.”

My heart was beating rapidly, as if I had just run a mile instead of driven here. “So what do you want me to do? Be the lookout?”

She quickly shook her head. “No. That’s my job. You’re going to go upstairs and grab the computer. It’ll be easy.” While she spoke as if I was just pouring myself a glass of water, my eyes widened in fear.

“What? No way! This was your idea! Why do I have to do the dirty work?!”

“Because just incase he’s a psycho who has hidden cameras placed around his room, it’ll catch you, not me. He likes you remember? He wouldn’t call the cops on you but me? Whew. He’d put me in Guantanamo Bay if he could.”

Oh great. Thanks. Bet my livelihood on someone’s liking of me.

“You’re fast. You’ll be fine. Now go!” She urged me forward with a light push to my back and as I reluctantly glanced back to her over my shoulder, I knew there was no turning back. It was now or never. I couldn’t fail too miserably, right?

I inched towards the staircase, my eyes glancing around the unfamiliar home. Though Cecilia and Max had been together for eight months and I was forced to play third wheel quite often, I had never been in his place. I didn’t have much time to learn my surroundings now either.

Approaching the top of the staircase, I saw a bedroom on the right side further down the hall. I went towards that first. The door was slightly open so I simply pushed the door and crept inside some more. The room seemed empty as my eyes did a quick sweep and there were no sounds emitting that suggested I was invading Max’s company.

Like a treasure chest waiting to be discovered, my eyes fell on a Mac placed right in the center of the bedspread. This was turning out to be simpler than I thought. I moved towards the computer and grabbed it into my arms but the slight sound of a soft patter of a foot nearly made my heart jump out of my chest.

That was when I noticed the bathroom door in the corner of the room, light emitting from it as it began to pull open.

Shit.

I thought to haul my way out of the room, down the steps, and to the safety of Cecilia’s car but it seemed my feet weren’t moving quite as fast as my mind. The figure from behind the door began to walk out, unaware that there was someone else in his room too.

My mouth began to form an apology to Max until I realized it wasn’t him.

And that was when he noticed me.

“What the hell?!” He yelled as his hand that was once playing in his wet, messy hair now dropped to his side.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I could feel my cheeks flush red in embarrassment, from not only being caught but from catching this stranger fresh out of a shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

It seemed now that any fear he had of me, if there ever was any, dissipated when he inched forward until he was standing right in front of me. “What are you doing with my laptop? I’m going to give you 5 seconds before I call the police.”

“I-I was grabbing it for my friend. This is Max’s laptop and it has something that belongs to her on it.”

“What? Max’s room is down the hall. This is mine.” Without warning, he grabbed for it and pulled open the screen, revealing a desktop background of what I assumed to be him in a vibrant jersey.

He looked a little different fresh out the shower.

The intensity of my blush found a way to get worse. “Oh…I’m sorry. I guess I had the wrong room.”

“How did you get in here?”

“We–”

Just in the nick of time, my best friend’s voice could be heard coming closer to the bedroom. “What is taking you so long? Can you not find it?” It was then that she entered the doorway and her steps halted as soon as she saw the stranger half-naked beside me.

The man uttered a disappointed groan, his head resting back some as he sighed her name. “Cecilia.”

“Oh. Julian. Funny seeing you here,” she said through a fake smile.

“I live here. What…what are you doing here? And why is she in my room?” He now motioned to me.

“We came to get a few things. That’s all.”

“Get out or I’m calling Max.”

“Aw, come on Jules. That isn’t necessary. I just need a few documents for work off of the computer Max has. That’s it. You know if I would have called and asked if he would have even picked up, he would have said no.”

The man I now knew as Julian sighed, looking sternly at Cecilia for a moment before mumbling his first sign of approval, “Fine. But that better be all you’re getting or I swear…”

“Scouts honor!”

Cecilia quickly exited the room, leaving me awkwardly standing next to the towel-clothed male who now decided to turn and look down at me. “I am so sorry,” I began to apologize again. For the first time, a smile broke his face.

“I’ve had worse things happen than finding a strange, attractive woman sneaking in my bedroom.”

Attractive. That word lingered on repeat in my mind for a while before I spoke again. “Strange?” I teased with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Strange in the sense I don’t know you, not personality though that may be true too,” he winked. I think I liked this guy. He took steps toward a dresser and began pulling out items of clothing, turning to hold two shirts up in his hand. “Since you’re here which looks better?”

He held them up so I was better able to see. “They look nearly the same.” The only difference was one shirt seemed to be a darker shade of red than the other.

“Exactly. They’re my lucky shirts.”

“You have lucky shirts?” I questioned incredulously.

“Yes. You don’t?”

“I have lucky underwear.”

“See. Same concept only one gets you laid and the other just makes you look like you have potential.”

An amused giggle left my lips as I tried to hide my amusement behind my hand. Julian smiled as well, tossing the shirts to the bed and holding his hand out to me. “I’m Julian. And you are…?”

“Y/N, Cecilia’s best friend who gets dragged along on her crazy adventures.”

“I see. If you’re as crazy as her, maybe I should be ending our conversation now.”

There was another giggle from me. “I’m not.”

“Well it was lovely meeting you.” I could see him look in the direction of the clock on his dresser. “I must be getting dressed or I’ll be late but if you did enjoy stalking me and breaking into my bedroom as much as I enjoyed you doing it, you should join me tonight,” he chimed with a charming smile. It was a charming smile I couldn’t deny.

“And where would that be, Julian?” I teased with a smile of my own.

“There’s a bar a little ways down the street me and a few friends will be gathering at. Max won’t be there so if you have to drag Cecilia along, I suppose that’s fine. I guess the story would be much funnier told with her there.”

“Are you sure your friends won’t think I’m crazy after hearing your version of the story?”

“Oh, they will but crazy is how I introduce all of my girlfriends.”

An amused chuckle escaped my throat. “Then I guess I will be seeing you there. I’ll leave you to get dressed.”

“Good idea. I don’t typically show off until the second date.”

“So tonight is a date?”

“Is this right now not a date?” He joked, as he motioned around the room. Julian laughed a bit. “Okay okay. I’m being too forward and my stupid jokes and yeah…I’m ruining my chances already. I’ll see you at the bar,” he nodded, now wanting to shut himself up which I found absolutely adorable.

“See you then, Julian,” I called over my shoulder while I exited the room and shut the door behind me. Who knew breaking and entering could end with me getting a date? 

gif credit to juliandraxlerfans.

Spin the Bottle

Pairing: “Hey ! I can’t get enough of your work and I was hoping you could do a Highschool!Cas X reader where they’re at a party and they have to play spin the bottle” - @pearltheartist

Pairing: Cas x Reader (Highschool AU)

Warnings: None cause its a highschool AU, bitch you thought

A/n: the cheese is real

Originally posted by wickedmtndew

“Come on, mom, pleeease?”

She glared at me. “I said no. You know how those parties get.”

“It’s not gonna be like that. Cas’s parents are letting him go! And you know if he goes it must be pretty vanilla.”

She sighed, resting her hand on her hip. I pleaded her with my eyes, and then I saw it. I finally broke her down. “Fine. You can go. But if I find out that party is anything but innocent…”

“It’ll be fine, mom, thanks!” I sprinted to my room to get ready, shooting Cas a quick text to let him know I’d be there. I usually wasn’t really one to go out or party, but this was the perfect chance to hang out with Cas. I’d harbored a crush on him since he transferred to my school two years ago, freshman year. There was just something about him that was completely mesmerizing, and his eyes were bluer than the sky on a warm spring day. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was an angel sent from heaven.

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( .OOC ) Sometimes. I gift my friends with doodles. I love to use rp && ships for warm ups. Okay. If we ship you can be sure I shall draw them at some point! <3 Sometimes, I do small favors for my friends. I want to state this is nothing about my mutuals. I love you all && your characters. + You can always talk ooc about crazy scenarios I may use later on for inspiration. Also anything related to Mos is highly welcomed. I always love to draw her. I love OJ && I have drawn lots of characters from the film! Ideas are never forbidden. I love ideas, because it leaves me artistic freedom.

This is another kind of problem… 

.PSA I am not going to draw random freebies by command. Like “ Draw my character x plz “. Especially from random people jumping to my inbox // IMs. Drawing memes are for MUTUALS ONLY too.

That’s what commissions are for. If something specific is wanted, I need to pay my rent too. I already work on commissions ( currently I paused because I need to study heavy + there are people in the slots ). So please don’t pester me.

krousewrites  asked:

I like to think that at Josh and Donna's wedding, they fought over who got to have Sam as their Best Man/Man of Honor.

Donna glanced up from her clipboard when Josh walked in the front door and threw his overcoat onto the already precariously balanced rack. She made a bet with herself. Thirty extra minutes on the treadmill if he went ninety seconds without-

“I can’t believe you’re still being so unreasonable about this!” he whined as she mentally awarded herself an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. “Twenty years, Donna!”

“That’s a long time,” she agreed mildly, looking back down at her clipboard and hiding her smirk. “Does it make you feel old?”

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The Awkward Bus Ride

Requested: Hi! The Promise was amazing! If requests are open, can do one where y/n sits next to Isaac on the bus in her first day, where Scott normally sits? Thanks xx

A/N: Yes of course! I hope you enjoy what I ‘conjure’? Weird word choice. But I really hope you enjoy this post!

It was my first day of school and I had to ride the shitty ass bus. Perks of being 16 and not having your driver’s license. I’m going to be stuck sitting next so some weird kid who has no friends and no one talks to. Or I’m going to be the new weird girl who has no friends and no one talks to. What an abundance of possibilities. I stepped on the bus and saw what seemed like the scene of Mean Girls with all the kids acting like animals. Boys throwing things at other boys, harsh name calling, and girls gossiping. Yep just like high school.

I noticed a cute boy with curly hair sitting by himself. He looked up to me his blue eyes staring daggers at me, but in a good way. His eyes following my every move. I was intrigued, very intrigued. I decided I was going to sit next to him. I wasn’t even going to ask I was just going to sit. So I went, I started walking over to his seat and sat right down. “Ummm,” His mouth hung open. I didn’t know what to do. Apparently I got the wrong message, maybe he wasn’t looking at me. Maybe he was looking at the tall blonde behind me. Man this has been awkward.

“I’m sorry? Is this seat taken?” I asked awkwardly. He just looked at me puzzled. OK THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. ABORT MISSION is all I could think about. “Umm,” The boy said again. Is he okay? Can he not talk to girls? Was I a revolting creature to him? I’m probably just being a bit crazy but it’s my first day and I need to make friends. Then I noticed a tan taller boy looking down at me. Oh this must be his seat.. “OH YOU’RE GAY!” My pointer finger went up like I just solved a very complicated math problem. “Um.. No,” The blonde boy said, awkwardly ruffling his hair. The tan boy grinned at me “I like her,” he started to laugh. Well at least someone did.

Monsters vs Aliens Sentence Starter
  • "Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in."
  • "They called me crazy, but I'll show them. I'll show them all! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
  • "Forgive him, but as you can see, he has no brain."
  • "My, would you look at the size of that..."
  • "Please tell me he's slowing down!"
  • "Boys, set the terror level at code brown, 'cause I need to change my pants."
  • "That button launches all of our nuclear missiles!"
  • "What idiot designed this thing?"
  • "I may not have a brain, gentlemen, but I have an idea."
  • "It's okay. These are my new friends."
  • "This place is an X-file, wrapped in a cover-up and deep-fried in a paranoid conspiracy."
  • "By Hawking's chair!"
  • "There are innocent people down there who didn't do anything!"
  • "We can't hold them off much longer!"
  • "Sorry, I was just staring at this bird over there."
  • "Woo-hoo! Now that's a robot!"
  • "I feel like I got hit by a meteorite."
  • "Oh... Spaceballs!"
  • "Nothing can stand in my way now."
  • "I've been thinking long and hard about what happened last night, and I just want to to know, I forgive you."
  • "Holy Cheez-its! What do we do? No one ever told us what to do!"
TSWIZZLE CAN YOU PLS REBLOG THIS SO TAYLOR CAN SEE IT? thank you!!!

Hi Taylor, my name is Sofia but my friends call me “sofi” i have sixteen years old (and i´m proud about it) i born in 1999 and you in 1989, but for me that isn´t a big difference, you live in New York and i live in Guatemala, but for me that isn´t a problem because we connect each other with music!

The first song i listen was “should´ve said no” when i was 7, then i discovered “our song” “picture to burn” and the album, then i start listen more your music when i was 9 with fearless, my favorite song on that age were “love story and fifteen” and now is the hole album! Then i thought i wan´t on speak now era but yes i was! is weird because i don´t remember that, ( i bought the album that year and i don´t remember, that is why when i listen “again” the album, i know all the songs LOL)

Then RED came out and i was 13th years old (like your lucky number) and i start listen all your songs “again” (i thought) and that was the year i enter to the fandom “swifties” the most incredible and sweetes family ever!

Why i enter to the fandom???

1 reason, i was on twitter (like always) but that day was your birthday!!! and i was really happy but people were telling bad things about you and i was like “ why they tell bad things about her? she is a angel” my mind can´t understand why people were mean with a girl that have the most incredible heart!! so in that moment i decided to defend you because i love you!

okay the next year i went to High-school (in my country you enter when you have 13th and 14th years old) so i met this boy and he was so nice, so “lovely” and i was like he is my prince. The next year i discovered he was the haunter and i was the fox. And RED became my bestfriend because i was feeling so depress…. the tragic album help me so much! “ treacherous, i knew you were toruble, the moment i knew, the last time, begin again, the lucky one) and i can said that every song is perfect! and God help me to found you!

But without you in my life  everything can be different but i like this, and all this happen when i was fisteen so…. i give 100% of my attention to your advices now. (Don´t worry i´m not going back with my ex like NEVER EVER IN MY LIFE!)

The 1989 album go out and i was really excited (i keep excited when i listen the album every day, is like when i listen for the first time) And all i say now is, girl where you have the camara?) because every song describe me  SO WELL and every album too, and that scare, i´m not joking about it Tay. okay so i know this is so long but i have the time of my life with you! and you help to found again my old self again and don´t look down with the clean speech, i´m so happy to tell that mine desicion of enter to the fandom is the BEST IDEA I CAN EVER HAD, because my life is more funny with you Taylor! thanks to be part of me, thanks to be that crazy best friend, thanks for all the songs that help me, thanks for be you and thanks to change the world with your heart a little bit!

Because with every night of the tour, a massage, a emoji, a speech you make a dream came true! 

i hope i can see you someday! and sing, scream,dace,cry and smile with you because i LOVE YOU GURL! never LIKE NEVER forget that!


with love

sofi. 

@taylorswift

Lost Memories

Inspired by the movie ‘The Vow’, but the specifics and ending will be different. This is is part one of two (probably idk). I hope you like it!!
word count: 3k
requested: no


(Calum’s POV)

It’s crazy how much your life can change in a single moment. One second you’re living as happy as ever, and then all of a sudden it’s all gone. (Y/n) and I had been dating for a coupe years; actually today was our 3 year anniversary. I had planned a romantic night out to her favorite restaurant and then laying under the stars at the park where we first met, where I was planning to ask her to marry me tonight. As (Y/n) finished getting ready I fidgeted with the ring in my pocket. I was pretty sure she would say yes, but I was still scared for whatever reason.

“I’ll be down in a minute Calum! I’m close to being ready!” A soft voice called. I heard her heels click down the steps as (Y/n) entered my sight wearing a bright red peacoat and a black dress under. Damn, she always looks so flawless. I’m so lucky…

“Close your mouth Cal, you’ll catch flies” She chuckled and took my hand in hers. “You look hot by the way Cal.” (Y/n) comments, smacking my ass.

The entire car ride I was admiring my beautiful girlfriend, and hopefully future wife, from the corner of my eye.

“So are you going to tell me what we have planned for tonight?” I turn towards her, taking my eyes of the road for a moment.

“Now why would I tell y-”

“Calum Hood! Keep your eyes on the road for god sake!” She yells for a moment while squeezing my hand a little bit. I laugh and take a peek at the road before continuing.

“It’s fine babe. Anyway, you should put your seatbelt on miss safety. It-” The next few seconds seemed to go in slow motion. A blur of red collided with the the passenger side of my car. My air bag activated, pushing me back into my seat. Glass flew everywhere, some hitting me. I shut my eyes, but quickly opened them when I felt (Y/n)’s hand leave mine. I wasn’t able to completely process what was happening, but I sure as hell knew that (Y/n)’s body flying through the windshield was not good. The surroundings outside the car kept spinning, but then it all went black.


(Your POV)

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My head was pounding and everything was blurry and bright. I tried to open my eyes more, but it hurt.

“Nurse! She’s awake!” A raspy voice calls from nearby, scaring me. Looking around, my surrounding seem unfamiliar and strange. I begin to freakout. Where the hell am I? A slender red head walks in, shooing the source of the voice out in the hall, and starts shinning a light in my eyes.

“(Y/n). Can you hear me?” I nod slowly. “Okay. You were in a car accident and got badly injured. You’re in Sydney Grace Hospital right now.” She informs. “We put you in a temporary coma for a few days to heal your brain. Your CT scan shows swelling and hemorrhaging in your brain. Any headaches or temporary memory loss is normal. The head of neurology will be in soon.”

A tall, dark haired boy walks moments later in with a worried look. He seems vaguely familiar, but I can’t remember who he is.

“Hi (Y/n). I’ve been so worried. How are you feeling?” He asks.

“I’ve been better, not gonna lie.” I croak. He nods and sits down near my bed and leans towards me for a hug. I back away suddenly and shake my head.

“What’s wrong babe?” He furrows his brows. Babe? I stay silent. “D-do you know who I am?” The boy’s eyes begin to water a bit.

“You’re the neurologist, right?” I ask. His eyes go wide and he chokes on his breath.

“No. I’m your b-boyfriend. Don’t you remember?” He questions. I shake my head and give an apologetic look. “No, no, no. You have to remember. We have been dating for three years. We love each other. You have to remember!” He starts to yell. My eyes start to water now also. The boy runs his hands through his mess of hair and just walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Tears roll down my cheeks as I stare at the door.


(Calum’s POV; memory)

The snow falls softly from the sky as my buddy, Luke, and I walk through the park. Out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar, stunning girl in a red peacoat walking towards the coffee stand.

“Oi, Calum. Five bucks if you finally go ask out that girl from our apartment building. Ten if she says yes. How ‘bout it?” Luke grins and sticks his hand out. He knew I’ve had my eye on (Y/n) since she moved in downstairs a month ago. I blush and turn away.
“Nah mate. She wouldn’t say yes. She probably has a boyfriend anyway.” We continue walking and I laugh.

“Okay, I’ll ask her out then. That would suck for you if she said yes to me huh?” He teases. I shoot a nasty look at him.

“You wouldn’t do that.” I argue. He smirks and starts walking toward her. “Wait! I-I’ll do it. But, don’t count on it working out, ok?” Slowly, I head towards the coffee stand. “Large vanilla latte, please” I order, now standing idly next to her.

“Hi Calum.” She smiles warmly at me. I blink in shock.

“You know my name? I, uh. I mean, hi!” I stumble over my own words and (Y/n) giggles.

“Of course I know your name. We live in the same building.” The barista hands me my coffee and hands (Y/n) hers. “Well, have a good one!” She calls and starts walking away.

“Wait!” (Y/n) turns around. “Do you, maybe, wanna go on a date with me?” I mumble.

“I don’t know. I just got out of a nasty breakup and I wanna get settled into the city before I start dating again.” She awkwardly looks away. Shit.

“Oh okay. Well let me know when that is.” I turn on my heals and mentally hit myself in the head.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I think you’re really cute and I wanna go out, just not now.” She finishes. I let out a big breath and look at her.

“Who knows, that could be next week.” (Y/n) winks. I smile and start to talk, “Pick me up at 7 next Friday, okay?” She cuts me off. My smile grow and I nod.

“Yeah! That’d be great! Can’t wait, uh, I mean-”

“See ya.” She starts walking off. My fists pump in the air and I run back to Luke eagerly.


(Your POV)

“Okay (Y/n). You can’t drive for 4 weeks and even then, I need to clear you first. I suggest you try to go back to your normal life and live your daily life as soon as possible. That will make your memory return as soon as possible. Call me if you have any questions, okay?” All the information thrown at me is a blur. I nod, pretending to listen while thinking about this crazy series of events.

“Calum is here to take you home. Is that alright?” I nod again, not feeling to eager about it though. The boy from earlier this week walks back in with puffy, red eyes. He tries to grab my hand, but I pull away.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He mumbles, not looking at me.

“It’s fine.” We get into a rental car, I’m assuming because we wrecked his car in the crash apparently. After ten minutes of silence he finally speaks. “I’m sorry for getting upset at you. I know it’s not your fault. I just thought you would remember me.” He whispers. I wait a few seconds to respond.

“The doctor says my memory loss goes back about 5 years. I don’t even remember moving here.” I continue to look out the window. We arrive at an apartment building and Calum helps me out, leading me to the building. We go up to the third floor and enter an apartment. Calum opens the fridge and gets water.

“So where’s my place?” I ask, just wanting to go home and relax. A small laugh escapes Calum’s lips.

“We live together babe. This is your place, and mine. Hungry?” He casually lays on the couch and looks for the remote.

“What the hell Calum?” I bark. He looks at me confused. “Why are you treating this whole thing so casually? Do you not realize I know nothing about my life? I know nothing about you, about this city, about my friends. Do I have a job? Do i still have my family?” I start to yell, tears rolling down my face. “You might think my memory will come back and it will all be okay, but you don’t realize that I feel like a fish out of water right now. no, scratch that. I feel like a fucking giant whale out of water. I have no idea about my life and I feel so uncomfortable right now it’s crazy! And you’re just sitting there watching the damn television!” I rant, letting out a huge breath after. Calum stands up and walks towards me, grabbing both my hands.

“I know this is stressful for you. We just have to live life normally until you feel okay. So lets just sit down and I can fill you in for now,okay?” He pulls me to the couch. “So, you know your name right?” I nod. “Well anyway, you’re an artist, sculptor actually. You moved here a little over two years ago and we’ve been dating about two years. And your family, well you don’t really talk to them anymore. That’s why you moved.” My eyes go wide.

“What happened to law school? And what about my fiancé?? Did Will and I break up?” I ask a million questions.

“Let’s just start there and call it a night, okay? Lets go to bed.” We walk up the stairs and he climbs into bed. I begin to change into my pajamas.

“Turn around. Im changing.” I blush and wait for him to look away.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, babe.” Calum laughs.

“What? No, I’m a virgin Calum. and stop calling me babe. I don’t know you, despite what you think.”

“Well this is awkward. Babe, I mean (Y/n), hate to break it to ya, but you and I did ‘the dirty’ a long time ago.” He laughed. This is just great. I lost it to a guy i don’t know.

“I’m sleeping down stairs on the couch. Night.” I coldly state and leave the room. I hope when I wake up this is all over  and my memory comes back.

For whatever reason I awake at a rather early hour. I check the clock. 6:30. Great, What am I going to do for several hours. I decide to make some coffee and wait for Calum to wake up. After rummaging through several cabinets and drawers, rather loudly, I find the coffee and begin to make it. Loud thumping steps come from the stairs and I look to see a shirtless, groggy Calum rubbing his eyes.

“It’s like 7 am. Why are you up? You normally sleep ‘til like noon.” He rasps in his morning voice. I just now notice the several tattoos that litter his arms.

“Couldn’t sleep. I’m gonna go get dressed.” I mumble.

“Your clothes are in our room.” He points upstairs.

“Your room. It’s your room right now.” I head upstairs and search through all my clothes. Nothing in here is what I would’ve bought. I settle on a big t-shirt and sweatpants, both that are too big for me, but I’ve always loved big, comfy clothes. Carefully, I walk back downstairs, still somewhat sore from my other injuries from the accident. Moments after walking into the kitchen, Calum laughs at me. “What, so now you’re laughing at my fashion choice? It’s the only thing I own that I feel comfortable in, okay?” I defend.

“No. It’s just those are both my clothes. It’s okay though. It’s funny ‘cause that is your favorite shirt of mine to wear, even now.” He chuckles and pours me some coffee.

“Oh.” I quietly sip my coffee for a minute. “So tell me a little about yourself” I sort of demand more than ask.

“Um, well my name’s Calum Hood and I’m 19. I’m from around here and my mates and I are in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, we’re pretty cool. You should listen to or music. And also I’m dating the best girl on the planet.” He chuckles.

“Okay. Well I’m (Y/n) an-”

“I already know everything about you babe.”

“Oh yeah, my bad.” we sit in awkward silence for a bit.“So the doctor said to get back into my normal routine as soon as possible. You mind telling me what exactly that is?”

“Well you get up and make coffee. Wake me up. And then go down in your studio until I get home from work an-”

“I have a studio?”

“Yeah! We can go see it if you want!”

“Uh, no. I think I’ll just hold off on that for now. You should probably get to work. Don’t worry I’ll be fine here.” I assure.

“You sure? I can take a day off and stay here.”

“No. I can take care of myself. I’m not incompetent.”


(Calum’s POV Memory)

The stereo was blaring an old playlist when I walked into (Y/n)’s studio. The walls were littered with sketches of a new project idea. I turn the music down for a moment.

“Hey! You know it’s 10 pm, right?” I laugh. (Y/n) nods, still focused on her clay.

“I will be done as soon as I can finish this part.” she mumbles, slightly swaying her hips to the music.”This sucks. I can’t get this clay to work with me! Ugh!” She throws a piece of clay on the project.

“Babe, it’s not that bad? I mean this part is pretty cool and has some light contrast here. And this perspective thing is cool.” I try to think of as many art terms as possible. It’s way better than I could ever do.

“Wow. You really love me, huh?” She stares at me. I give her a questioning look.

“You totally just made up some art bullshit to make me feel better, but that’s my scrap pile.” (Y/n) laughs. I blush and grab her waist from behind.

“Let’s go back to our room and I can help you relax. Sound good babe?” I whisper in her ear. (Y/n) hits my arm and I pull her to the door, placing several kisses on her neck as we go.


(Your POV)

Sooner than I though, Calum was home from work. I was fairly quiet, despite his several attempts to converse.

“I think I’m ready to see my studio” I hesitate.

“Really? Yeah! Let’s go.” Calum pulls me by the hand to the studio. We enter a open room that has paper and supplies everywhere.

“This.. is my studio?” I murmur, running my hands over the glass figure in the corner. It’s beautiful, but not anything I could ever make.

“Yeah! It’s a cool space, huh?” He encourages. “Here! Your current project is over here. Why don’t you try to work on it? Maybe it will trigger some memories!” Calum leads me to a pile of clay. “Take this,” he places a tool in my hand. “And I’ll turn your music on and see how this goes.” The stereo is rather loud and startles me. Calum’s hopeful eyes stare into mine as he waits for me to work.

“I can’t do this.” I mumble, looking down.

“C’mon. This will work. Just play with the clay a bit.” He continues, apparently not hearing me.

“I can’t do this.” I say a little louder, still not heard by Calum. He turn the music up louder and hands me some clay, staring over my shoulder and waiting for me to do something. “Calum, I can’t do this!” I explode. Calum turns the music off.

“What?” He’s startled.

“I said I can’t do this! It’s too much!” I drop the tool and run my hands through my hair. Calum stays silent for a moment.

“I’m trying to help you here (Y/n)!” He yells. “I’m doing the best I can, but this is hard for me too!”

“I never said you had to help me Calum!”

“What is your problem? I’m slaving away to make this as easy as possible for you and it seems like you don’t even want to remember!”

“Maybe I don’t! It would be so much easier to just start a new life and make new memories instead of being pressured to remember the old ones!”

“We don’t speak to each other like this! I’m not going to be your punching bag while you figure this all out! If you aren’t going to try here then maybe you should just go!” He fumes, taking heavy breaths.

“Then maybe I should go.” I state calmer. Calum turns around and I walk back to our room and pack some clothes while calling the most recent contact in my phone, hoping it’s a friend.

“Hey. What’s up (Y/n)?” a girl asks through the phone.

“I need you to come pick me up.”


Okay so that’s part 1. Let me know if you want part 2 or if I should just leave it like this :-)

˗ˏˋ 2016 reflections ˎˊ˗

alright kids, there’s still thirty minutes left in my 2016 year, so i decided to make up a little post to talk about all the good things that happened in my life in 2016 and everything i’m thankful for. it’s no secret that 2016 was one of the shittiest years in living memory, but on this new years eve, i’d like to look back next year and remember some of the good things.

this is a long ass post, so i’m putting the rest below the cut!

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Sentence Starters: Radiohead Edition

“Why should I believe myself?”
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?”
“These people aren’t your friends, they’re paid to kiss your feet.”
“You’re free until you drop.”
“I never wanted anything but this.”
“Please forget the words I just blurted out.”
“You don’t mean it, but it hurts like hell.”
“We’re losing it.”
“You can be frightened, it’s okay.”
“Don’t do it.”
“I won’t be around when you really need me.”
“Am I really sinking this low?”
“You’re turning into something you’re not.”
“They’re the ones who will hate you.”
“If I could be who you wanted…”
“One day he’ll get to you.”
“You do it to yourself.”
“You have turned me into this.”
“You just sit there and sulk.”
“Why don’t you remember my name?”
“Today we escape.”
“Don’t lose your nerve.”
“This is what you get when you mess with us.”
“You know we’re friends ‘til we die.”
“You look so tired, unhappy.”
“Idiot, slow down.”
“If I get scared I’ll just call you.”
“Death to all who stand in your way.”
“But I’m okay, how are you?”
“That’s not me.”
“This isn’t happening.”
“I think you’re crazy, maybe.”
“I’m a reasonable man.”
“You and whose army?”
“I want you to know he’s not coming back.”
“I’m not coming back.”
“Why don’t you quiet down?”
“I’m in trouble with my only friend.”
“Someone’s listening in.”
“Over my dead body.”
“We don’t really want a monster taking over.”
“I’m sorry for us.”
“I don’t wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your lover.”
“You used to be alright, what happened?”
“Don’t get any big ideas.”
“You’re all I need.”
“I love you, but enough is enough.”
“You can’t take it with you.”
“Your services are not required.”
“You bit me!”
“You got some nerve coming here.”
“Do what you want.”
“If you think this is over then you’re wrong.”

anonymous asked:

okay so my friends and I wanna sneak out tonight and do something- usually i just hook up with my bf or get fucked up but not tonight- what are some fun cool crazy idk fun ideas of what we can do pls help

get a good nights sleep