my hair has been in a braid so its all wavy

thus, with a kiss

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - period piece au - something different that fit my mood today xoxo


“We were nothing more
than star-crossed lovers,
tangled up in what could
have been.”
—Angela Marie Alfaro

She meets him on her eleventh birthday, her father’s Housekeeper, Geraldine, scolding him as he is caught stealing food from the kitchens. A stable boy, with scraggly hair and blue eyes she’s heard her sister read through thick texts of that would akin them to clear skies and rapid waters.

She hears his name is Forsythe, and her fingers curl around the thick wooden door to watch as his cheeks flush at the older woman’s stern voice. His stomach growls loudly, her own ears catching the rumbling from her hidden position at the doorway.

“Now, swab the floors in the barn at once before punishments are imposed on you, Forsythe.” Geraldine’s voice murmurs, her gray hair perched in a tight bun on her head. “If the job is done well, I shall save an extra roll of bread from my supper for you. Is this agreeable?”

“Yes, Miss Geraldine.” The boy with dirt covered cheeks replies, excitement in his tone at the prospect of more food being presented to him.

Keep reading

#GOT7inSydney : An experience


We joined the line around 8 and were like probably 100th-170th in line for gold.  We met amazing people in line, made our experience so good.

I was slightly disappointed because it was randomly chosen wristbands for hi touch or photo op we were given no choice. I got hi touch. Purple ones I’m assuming means photo op, the people we lined up with mega babes:

So we found out no merch for Sydney. The merch truck came so late so I missed out on getting a light stick :( the crowd was dark without them. At 4 the line started moving bit by bit as everyone stood up so tension was high. When it hit 6pm Luna park closes so everyone in gold suddenly started running it was literally a stampede of people. Security didn’t have it handled well as line order just went into chaos and I was crushed literally I had not been prepared for that this is how wild the line got no order what so ever people who camped out were greatly disadvantaged.

We ended up waiting so long to get in it was 7 already before they let us in but I slightly snaked my way into the right doors. AND SPRINTED FOR MY LIFE so I ended up soooo close to the stage about 5 heads back but I was next to people who camped out. There were a lot of fansites which was quite annoying bc cameras were resting on me or they kept a pulling down my hand smh.

I was literally so close.

The curtain dropped and they performed Q I stood in shock for a whole minute bc their beauty is out of this world. They are very real and amazing I literally was a gaping fish I had an out of body experience.  You can hear me go off in this video. After that they were doing games I’m sure you all heard how annoying the MC and translator were ion wanna talk about it.

BUT it was the moments I got noticed by 4/6 of GOT7 now lemme tell you.Emily and I were literally hyping them up bc our centre section of gold was fansites so it was quiet so we had to go off. The first person we hyped was Jinyoung we were like bouncing our arms chanting his name yknow like so. He imitated our hand movements and laughed so brightly covering his mouth WIG FLEW!

MARK NEXT we were hyping him going “YEAHHHH MARK” and he responded and did that puckered surprised lips face and then laughed at us. Me and em looked at each other ‘passed out’ and looked back at Mark and he was cracking up at our reactions RIP.

Yugyeom is so cute he was on the right side of us so we really couldn’t see him much but he did walk towards centre and I caught his eye. And when that happens you gotta do something so I did a little hit the folks and he did it back and giggled wtf.

A video I recorded of like the games they played and some questions they did: Jackson.


Every time I interacted with Bambam everyone around me was shook and had mouths wide open DID THAT. First time me and em were doing our little hype hand sign chanting double b and he pointed and laughed at it then imitated. I did a really fucking cringy dab when we made eye contact and Bambam dead-ass laughed  with his head back. I’m black so I dab like so.

Now it went back to performances and they performed fly. They performed sky way next the vid was too long for me to post but I’ll try again later. Next was hard carry emily and I went off and just danced the whole time. Hard Carry performance.

They then did the giveaway which was the signed letters and Bambams mic was working so I got eye contact with him AGAIN. His microphone wasn’t working when he got back on stage and I was like “LET BAMBAM SPEAK” and then he was like me?? And I was mouthing to him “is your mic on we can’t hear you?” And he was like scrunching his face confused and tapped his mic and I just showed my ear to him then shrugged and he laughed then he had to pay attention to the MC again FUCKING WIG MAN. 

My best friend Emily was hyping Bambam up to dab and I joined her to get his attention:

Bambam was wiping his face with a towel and I was like shid I want that so I gestured to him that I wanted it. He looked up at me and was acting dumb acting like he didn’t know what the towel was and just dropped it on the floor and walked off.

Some photos of Bambam teasing me:

At this point I was like a head or two away from barricade I was ready to swoop in but I gotta be patient. Got7 performned NEVER EVER, sorry for messy camera work Yugyeom really got CLOSE

They then said their goodbyes you know the go like this has been got7 :( and then there was an open space on the barricade but low and behold a Yugyeom fansite really was anti and didn’t want me on barricade. So somehow I ended up on barricade and I was like “oh word true shit?” but the Yugyeom fansite had her elbows up on the barricade. And it was just before encore so I was like I wanna see this but she would not move with her camera legit glaring at me. So encore starts and I’m all good at barricade because she snapping Yugyeom but its barricade so pushing starts AND YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING WHEN YOU’RE AT THE FRONT so she flips her shit and starts swearing at me in Korean while I’m jamming out to ‘out’ and then I turn to her like “we are not doing this right now” and I was like they’re pushing and as I said pushing it blew her ear BC PUSHING GOT THAT PU sound and she went off more and elbowed me hard, security did nothing but karma to her because Yugyeom did not look her way even once while I got interaction with him so..

They came out for encore and I was on barricade and was so shook like I never dreamed this was gonna happen. Me on the barricade during encore lol to the people that camped out! I arrived at 8am.

I had an out of body experience when this happened JB was sooooo close I was looking through my videos JB really was staying in the centre so was Bambam

JB and Jinyoung looking in my camera:

Bambam teased me AGAIN when I asked for his towel during encore and I- I was that girl asking him for a towel 3 times lmfao he’s a tease


Go higher was next encore song and girl I went deaf it was so hype I recorded like tiny bits went off during the rest. I WAS BOUNCING WITH THEM IT WAS AMAZING I GOT HYPE.

This concluded the concert then it was hi touch AND BEST BELIEVE I GOT MY BLOTTING PAPER AND EYEBROW PENCIL OUT

#GOT7inSydney : hi touch experience

I’m the girl with the braids.(and brown bag) Order was Mark, yugyeom, bambam, jinyoung, jaebum, Jackson. Their hands were big wide and so soft and they were taller than me I was shook bc I’m 5'7 (170cm) and was wearing platform boots. I remember marks bright smile he was the first face I saw and I said “thank you” he’s honestly so gorgeous. Yugyeom is so beautiful I said thankyou to him too and hi fived him quickly. BamBam remembered me and I told him “you were so lit” and held his hand then pointed at him and he pointed back and said “you too”

jinyoung i hi fived and he gave me the cutest smile his eye smile heals lives I love those wrinkles honestly. I had tunnel vision for jaebum he was all I could see I was in shock. His forehead is so big and like shiny and flawless and clear and his face omg. He has like a lil dimple on the side of his face his hand is so big and he’s PALE you guys.His hair was wavy and had red orange hues i was in sooo deep and his earring are so nice where to cop??? I leaned into him as you see in the vid so I could see his eyes and I stared into his eyes and said “I love you so much” and he did that wide closed lipped smile and his eye smile AND HIS EYE MOLES WTF I HELD HIS HAND LIKE REAL TIGHT AND SQUEEZED IT I really am whipped.

Jackson did a little squirtle smile and then did a big smile with teeth and CRINKLEY EYES WITH IT AS I SAID “thank you so much for coming PLEASE come back please!!” Then I walked off the stage and he yelled back “OKAY” I was like in shock so I didn’t hear him afbksnsl BUT HELD HIS HAND REALLY HARD TOO


anonymous asked:

Derek with a manbun is perfect, but I'll tell you what's more perfect...Derek Hale with long flowing hair. Lydia enjoys playing with it sometimes, tucking flowers into the thick braids and huffs whenever Derek just lets it dry naturally into its wavy state. Also Stiles runs his fingers through Derek's hair whenever they cuddle, fiddling with it and thus finding out how much of a turn on it is for Derek to get his hair tugged. From now on, Stiles utilizes his new knowledge all the time ❤️

Stiles is weak, so very weak…because his boyfriend is growing out his hair and it is practically insta-boner material. Seriously, it is becoming an issue for many many reasons. 

Sometimes when Derek comes back from Lydia’s (also, new development but apparently she is a lot like Laura) he has braids in that are so beautifully crafted they look like they should be a popular aesthetic Tumblr post. It does not end there; because Lydia goes the extra mile and weaves flowers into them. Freakin’ flowers. So his part macho part teddy bear boyfriend is actually a flower child two to three days of the week. 

Stiles will not lie, it looks amazing with his thicker beard too. 

Then?! Then there are the buns. THE buns. Sometimes it is one sometimes two, but regardless it makes him melt on the inside. Derek looks so soft and cuddly whenever he wears them. However his favorite? His favorite look is when Deek just lets his luscious locks flow in the wind, framing his face, making him look like….Thor had a baby with a rugged mountain man. 

Like Stiles has been saying….insta-boner material, and he has a front row ticket. 

As of right now it’s early morning, the sun is filtering through their cream colored curtains and warming the duvet covering them. Stiles has his head propped up on one hand as the other is running itself through Derek’s untamed hair. Meanwhile, Derek is practically a cat in a sun, enjoying the attention to his hair.

“You’re ridiculous,” Stiles smirks. 

Derek looks up at him with lazy green eyes, a soft smile on his face, “shh…’s nice.” 

“It’s nice?” Stiles asks, tugging on the strands playfully.

Well he assumed it was playful, but Derek pulls his lower lip with his teeth and Stiles freezes instantly. Derek biting his lip is the universal sign for “that is hot” and “that is a turn on” and “please don’t stop” and basically anything in that spectrum. 

Stiles all but throws himself on top of Derek, legs on either side of his hips, effectively startling the guy. 

“You have a hair pulling kink don’t you?” Stiles asks, voice giddy and excited. 

Derek flushes, mouth parting, “…I wouldn’t say kink, but I like it. A lot.” 

“Hmm, really? So if I were to–,” Stiles tries, stopping to tug at the strands again, this time enough to Derek’s neck is exposed. He doesn’t continue his words, he just leans down, pressing soft kisses and bites along the man’s neck. 

Derek ends up gasping out a soft noise, holding Stiles closer.

“–we’re definitely exploring this,” Stiles grinned. 

My finger slipped. Oops. 

(P.S: unedited bc I’m lazy)

Secure 3

A/N:  As always, a thank you to my brilliant betas (who are also amazing writers in their own right.  Go read everything they’ve ever written!):  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry, @melissas173, and @niallandharrymakemestrong.  I appreciate you ladies so much!  (And George too!)

Catch up here. 

I swipe at my nose because it tickles, but there’s nothing there. Just ten more minutes of sleep, I think, as I attempt to turn over and snuggle deeper into my bed. Only to sit up straight, terrified at the realization that I’m not in my bed.

Harry is resting his chin on his arms, which are crossed on the back of the sofa where he’s squatting, as he laughs softly at my consternation at waking up in his house. “Get up, Suge! We’re going jogging!”

“Ugh,” I groan, “Can I at least brush my teeth first?” And then I realize I don’t have a toothbrush here.

But apparently just thinking it conjures one up, as Harry, with a goofy smirk, produces a wrapped toothbrush and sample sized toothpaste. Grabbing both, I launch myself from the sofa and make use of the loo, emerging in my wrinkled workout clothes with freshly brushed teeth. My hair is still in its braid from yesterday, so I pile the whole mess on my head and pin it up quickly. Together, we head across the street to Hampstead Heath. A light jog warms us up, and then we continue around the 3.6 mile path.

Keep reading

Lance Headcanons
  • loves Cupcake Wars. he has seen every episode. anyone watching Cupcake Wars with him should be prepared to lose their hearing.
  • knows every word of My House by Flo Rida and belts it at the top of his lungs whenever possible
  • cites Wannabe by the Spice Girls as one of the best songs in human history
  • eats food while food is in the microwave/oven
    • Lance: *walks into the kitchen* Hunk: hey babe, dinner will be ready in like ten minutes. Lance: *opening the cupboard and grabbing the peanut butter jar* awesome, what are we having? Hunk: lasagna! Lance: *eating peanut butter straight from the jar* can’t wait! Hunk: ….what are you doing. Lance: eating a snack? Hunk: ……………
  • definitely drinks pickle juice straight from the jar
    • Lance: what? Pidge: you disgust me
  • hates shoes. finds them limiting. goes without them whenever possible
    • has some serious callouses because of it
    • has definitely stepped in gum barefoot
    • if he has to wear shoes he wears flipflips bc its the least shoe like shoe that exists
  • has clinical depression. he tries to hide it under jokes and fake smiles, but it’s there. he tries to talk about how he feels as little as humanly possible.
  • has two moms!!
    • hunk also has two moms, and that commonality is a large part of the reason their moms became friends. and because their moms were friends, they’ve been friends since birth.
  • is very passionate about his love of goldfish
  • will wear tank tops at every opportunity
  • very vocal when he sees someone being bullied in public. it’s the big brother in him. if he sees someone being picked on, he’s going to stand up for them, whether he knows them or not.
  • fun graphic tees are his jam. his only regret about leaving the garrison for space when he did is that he was wearing the most boring shirt in his closet. now who knows when he’ll see his star wars t shirt collection again??
  • Loud And Proud Bisexual
  • is really good at predicting the endings to movies??? no one likes sitting next to him in the theater bc he’ll whisper his prediction for all the plot twists and he’s always freaking right.
  • overuses the 💯 emoji
  • is anemic and needs to take iron pills to keep Big And Strong
  • sleeps nakey
  • also ends up kicking all stuffed animals/blankets/pillows onto the floor during the course of the night. even he doesn’t know how he does it.
  • lucid dreamer
  • is always the one who’s slightly blurry or has his eyes closed in group photos
  • snapchat story is always a liiiiittle bit too long
  • really bad at magic tricks
  • *throws balled up paper at trash can* “kobe!” *misses*
  • would lay down his life for nike products
  • at every social outing involving money ever: *nudges Hunk* “hey dude can you spot me”
  • hates crocs. with a burning passion. they are disgusting. why would any human being want them on their body. why.
  • loves fanny packs. practical. colorful. a bold fashion statement. he owns five.
  • in any and every social situation: *dabs*
  • really bad at accepting honest compliments. all of his confidence is exaggerated for humor. he’s low key really insecure, and so when people earnestly compliment him, he really doesn’t know how to take it.
  • great at braiding hair.
  • has about 20 snapchat streaks at a time
  • a lil bit of a helicopter friend. he doesn’t necessarily always know what to do what to make his friends feel better, but he wants to help, so he has a bit of a habit of hovering when he doesn’t know what else to do.
  • enjoys tofu a lot
  • his hair gets wavy when it grows out more
  • has never had a sunburn in his life. his tan lines though??? horrible 
Essays in Existentialism: Ice and Fire

Winter came.

The dead would not die and stay dead, the world was at war with itself, and to compound the misery, winter came with a wrath that was a distant memory for most who lived. It did not creep in, nor did it apologize for its untimely birth. Instead, it just rattled the doors and ravaged the land in a different kind of war.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Headcons of j seen Bruce sleep?

Awwww! *cue much fluff because this is one of my fave things!*

Ok, so I don’t imagine J being a very heavy sleeper. He survives on cat naps here and there until he reaches a level of exhaustion that makes him crash for like a whole day or something. So generally, he’ll be awake long after Bruce has conked out.

Sometimes he’ll just lie there and watch him, and sometimes he might run his fingers and hands over him, just because he can and because this is the thing he’s always dreamed of and now he’s got it and it’s hard to believe most of the time, so he’s just gotta touch to make sure it’s real.

He also likes resting his head on Bruce’s chest to listen to his heart because it moves much slower than J’s and he likes how deep and steady it is.

Then, of course, there are the nights J gets bored so he’ll grab his makeup bag and doodle on Bruce or give him some sort of makeover and, y'know, he hasn’t been able to do that too often because it’s just so hard not to laugh, especially when he tried out the purple lipstick on him! He also braided all of his hair once and has to admit Bruce didn’t look too bad with a wild mop of wavy hair, although the glare made him look a bit like an angry merman.

Because he’s watched Bruce so often, he’s learned to tell which nightmares he’s having by the expressions on his face. He’ll frown a certain way, or his mouth twists and turns just so and, if he can, J will calm him down without waking him, by smoothing his eyebrow or stroking his face (stahp me I’m in Uber Fluff territory now!) and him softly until Bruce settles down again.

Mostly he just likes watching and enjoying the feel of having him there. Hearing his breathing, smelling him, feeling how warm he is without even needing to touch him because J is usually pretty cold and Bruce is like his own personal hot water bottle. He just wants to enjoy having his Batsy right there beside him.

New Beginnings

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been awhile I know.. but have no fear for I am back with a two part fanfic of Nessian. This will be a short little thing and the first part is being posted right now while the second part will hopefully be up tomorrow or even later today. We shall see ;) Anywho this idea popped into my head and I thought it’d be fun to write it and take a break from the onslaught of things to do.. I hope you all enjoy this part 1 and never be afraid to send me a chat or request! Without further ado lets just jump right in! As always the characters do not belong to me.

This is Part 1. Read Part 2 here.

One line summary: It was time she faced the one question that had haunted her ever since she met him.

There was never a moment within her life that made her breath quicken so quickly or a moment where her chest filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite recall. Never in her life was she at a loss of words standing in front of a mirror or acknowledging how truly beautiful she looked for once. Never in her life was she taken aback at her own actions and decisions. Never, not even once has any of it ever happened.

Her life was mostly filled with fear. Fear for starving and wondering if she’ll ever see the next sunrise or survive enough to watch the following sunset. Her life was filled with hatred. Hatred towards a parent who seemed as though he never attempted to keep his children alive. Never tried at least.

There were times where she envied and resented Feyre for keeping the family alive. There were times where she was cautious and skeptical of everyone, forcing herself to shut even the ones she loved most out. But there were also times filled with so much regret. Regret for the days where she sat at home while Feyre hunted. Regret for never truly realizing how much her father loved Nesta and her siblings. Regret for never believing in him. Regret for not being able to love someone else freely.

However, she wouldn’t regret anything anymore. That was a silent promise she made to herself after the war. Life is too short, too precious. You can never waste a second of it, especially with the people closest. After nearly being killed by the King of Hybern, Nesta thought about how she chose to live her life. She remembered her decisions, actions, and emotions. And as she watched the Inner Circle gather and laugh on a beautiful cloudless day, Nesta chose to live her life differently. She chose to live without regret. To take the opportunities that life handed her and most importantly, she swore to herself that even no matter what happened in the past she too deserved to be happy.

The air stuck within her lungs was released slowly. It felt as if the breath had been held in the entire day. As she thought back on it, the second Nesta entered the room her composure swiftly crumbled. The room at first glance was filled to the brim with clothing and accessories thanks to Feyre, Elain, and Mor. Aside from the organized clutter of dresses everywhere there was one feature which took her breath away. Opposite from the door, far in the back stood several sliding doors which took up the length of a wall. Both sides were pushed closest to their corresponding corner allowing the view of mountains to be the only line of sight for her.

Nesta glanced out towards those mountains in the distance. She memorized each detail of how snow dusted the peaks and how some cliffs were steeper than others. Not too far off in the distance the radiant sun arched low in the sky reading for its sunset.

As the seconds passed Nesta tore her eyes away from the sky which begun to melt into different shades of warm colors. Instead she laid them fixed on herself and her storm grey eyes which stared back anxiously. Not a moment later Nesta’s gaze drifted up to the long wavy hair flowing around her and to the two braids meeting together at the base of her skull. Her eyes then settled down to the attire she was wearing.

From the waist up Nesta wore an intricate off-white lace design that stretched over her upper body and wrapped around her arms ending at the wrists. From the waist down her skirt was light and airy decorated with more lace. Her collarbone and neck were exposed and laid bare in the daylight. 

At times Mor insisted on Nesta to wear a dazzling necklace but Nesta wanted to stay true to herself. She wasn’t an extravagant person as most might assume, but quite the opposite. She was in fact simple.

“Nesta?” A voice whispered from behind the closed door. The tone was soft and gentle yet strong and sure. Without a second thought Nesta knew Feyre had come for her.

The brass handle twisted slowly until a “click” sounded. The noise was followed by a body softly shuffling through making sure the door locked behind her.

Nesta glanced over her shoulder towards Feyre who met her gaze. The two stood there soaking in the silence trying to find the right words. But neither could find them, only feel them.

Her younger sister was pressed against the door, hair already curled into an elegant braid. Her dress was a very light grey adorned with lace similar to Nesta’s. The gown reached the wooden floor and swept along it as Feyre pushed off the door and neared her eldest sibling.

Nesta soon felt warm fingers wrapping around her own.

“You look stunning,” the High Lady spoke, a small smile forming as she clutched Nesta’s hand tighter.

“Ready?” She questioned preparing to hear the response.

Nesta merely stared back into the mirror, at the two of them. Their grey and blue eyes crashing and swirling into a storm. Their dresses elegant and simple. Their fingers interlaced and tender. It all caused her heart to swell.

With a nod Nesta pulled away from the mirror still gripping her sister’s hand and swallowed. They rarely had memories like this filled with warm intentions. Usually a much colder thread ran between the two  always splitting them apart. But the rift began to be stitched back together with their own bare hands and nothing made Nesta more appreciative.

“You deserve this,” Feyre mumbled tugging Nesta into a delicate embrace, “You deserve to be happy.”

The words sunk deep hitting a question Nesta was always afraid to hear the answer to. Did she? Did she truly deserve it? To deserve this?

Sensing the tense in Nesta’s shoulders Feyre peeled back and placed a hand on Nesta’s cheek.

“Both of you do.”

Beautiful - Justin Bieber imagine

Can you do a thing where you get insecure when he is hanging out with models but you slowly start to turn yourself into one of them. He doesn’t really notice until someone points it out


requests are always open :)


Originally posted by forame

Skinny waist , pretty face , long hair . Models .

“Wow Y/N , youre looking smoking. Have you ever thought of modeling?” Za said and I smiled brightly at him , even though I wasn’t that happy inside.

Ever since Justin has went out to promote his new album , all you see in the tabloids are pictures of him with the prettiest models out.

Im talking , drop dead gorgeous models . The ones that make any average looking girl feel like a can of poop . aka me .

Even though Justin continued to reassure me that they were just friends , it got me thinking . Why is he even with me?

He hangs out with nothing but beautiful women , so why me?.

So I changed . Ive been working out every day , attempting to lose my slight muffin top , which was really slight , but still there. Ive been growing my hair out , so now instead of its usual boob length , its belly button length , and ive been wearing more makeup than usual.

Not enough to make me look like a cake , but enough where it catches the eye.

I just want Justin to notice my change , to take his attention off of these other women . I mean , I was his girlfriend .

But he hasn’t said a word about it since .

Until today .

“Thanks Za” I say gratefully , noticing the rapid movement of Justins fingers tapping on his screen halt.

“No like , seriously” He continues , and my face heats up slightly,

“Okay , that’s enough” Justin snaps , and I turn to look at him , his eyes looking me up and down .

My hair was curled and I was wearing my favorite makeup look .

I was wearing a pair of white jeans that Ive been dying to get into , and a black crop top that stopped just above my belly button .

I felt my heart flutter when Justins eye connected with mine , before I looked away .


Everyone was gone and I was tired , ready to jump into bed and snuggle under my warm blanket .

I just finished taking off my makeup , and I braided my hair in dutch braids so itd be wavy tomorrow.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth before peeling off my shirt and pants .

“Have you lost weight?” I hear Justin ask , and I turn to look at him .

“Yeah, I have actually” I say proudly, glad he finally noticed .

“Why?” He asks , and my heart sinks .

“Because I want to watch my figure?” I reply , annoyed .

“And since when did you start wearing crop tops?” He asks , and I feel myself getting hot with anger and embarrassment .

“Since I started liking them Justin. Whats your problem?” I snap , crossing my arms .

“You just look different” He argues , and I roll my eyes .

“Okay so what ! As my boyfriend you should support any changes I make! You make it seem like loosing a couple of pounds is a bad thing!” I say , nearly yelling .

“You looked perfect before Y/N” He said , and I rolled my eyes .

“Really? Why don’t you go tell all those gorgeous models you’ve been hanging out with that? Because its not a problem when they walk around you dressed however they want or looking however they want , but with me it is? “ I scoff , turning around and grabbing a shirt from my dresser before pulling it on and moving towards the bed .

“Is that what this is about? Seriously Y/N?” He says but I ignore him , sliding into bed .

“Y/N I told you they were just friends” He sighs .

“I don’t care anymore Justin , im going to sleep” I say , closing my eyes and trying desperately to stop my bottom lip from trembling .

A minute later I feel the bed beside me dip , and Justins arm wrap around me .

“Y/N” He says , and I quickly wipe the lone tear that falls from my eye .

“You’re beautiful Y/N” Justin whispers in my ear , and I let out a breath .

“Now , and before . I fully support you no matter what you do , but I don’t want you to do it because you think it’s how I like you.” He says , pushing my shoulder slightly so that I was on my back .

“Those girls are nothing compared to you . You are my everything and I wouldn’t change you for the world . Because youre beautiful, sexy , smart , and my other half” He continues , gently grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him .

“Never change for me , I don’t want you to” He says , my eyes shiny with tears .

“Okay?” He asks , wiping the tears that start to fall.

“Okay” I murmur , pressing my lips against his .

And Out Come The Wolves

Summary: I know what this world does to the innocent— It feeds them to the wolves.

Rated: Rated E for explicit language, graphic sex, substance abuse, and violence.

A/N: Modern AU Everlark. This is the first chapter of a new WIP. In the interests of preserving the plot and the well-being of readers at the same time, it’s best to assume that this story may include all possible triggers except major character death. Everlark is endgame, but it’s a long, dirty road. So grab a pair of Docs, and come dance with me.

With much love to the following rudegirls for pre-reading and betaing:  @dandelion-sunsent, @eala-musings, @everlylark, and @jennagill. I love you, my friends. 

Inspired by the music of Operation Ivy and Rancid. See you in the pit. -Caryn

Keep reading

honeylime08  asked:

I've been excited to make a request ever since I saw your blog. This is such a sweet treat for the fandom. Anyway, my birthday is December 8, and I have a weakness for first-meeting or first-falling-in-love Everlark. If it's complicated by a misunderstanding or miscommunication, all the better, but anything will make my day. Thank you!

Originally posted by mtvother

It’s your birthday! Happiest of birthdays to you! To help celebrate, the lovely and talented @lvfics has crafted this perfect little morsel of Everlark deliciousness just for you! We hope you enjoy!

The Business of Strangers

Rated K

Rain falls in sheets, slapping against the concrete sidewalk. Normally Katniss likes rain. A little sprinkle never hurt and nothing beats curling up with a warm cup of cocoa while droplets land against the window. But today in her wobbly five-inch heels and already a full day of meetings the rain is glum and unwelcome. So she sits in the backseat of a black car, tapping her fingers on the plush seat next to her, counting down the seconds until she can finally curl up in her suite and order in.

It’s been a long sixteen months living in hotels and she doesn’t see an end to it anytime soon. It was supposed to be a temporary position, just helping out until the mergers were done, but as usual there was some pushback and now she can’t even remember the last time she slept in her own bed. The perks are good, of course, and she’s racking up enough miles to fly the world for free when this is over, but that doesn’t even begin to make up for skipping every birthday and holiday over the last year.

Keep reading

In My Arms (AU)

Each time someone walked by, he would turn his head so quickly, it almost created a massive case of whiplash. Palms sweating, braced on knees that bumped together constantly. The airport had never seemed so overwhelming and crowded. Whispering to himself, Peeta spoke positive vibes to pass the time.

Seven years. 

Seven years since he last saw her face. 

Keep reading