now onto the actual serious things

AUs for when both members of your OTP are stubborn pricks
  • you were sat in my reserved train seat and refused to move so i sat on your lap and now we’re both too annoyed and awkwardly turned on to move
  • we were both unwillingly coerced into going to a wedding and we bet on who could drink the most glasses of free wine. three hours later there is no clear winner and were collapsed in a pile of our own puke in the corner of the room
  • i can hear you arguing w a policeman and from what i can tell you had to be forcefully removed from a public area because you sat on the ground and refused to move and youre confused about what theyre charging you with
  • im kinda busy arguin w this police man but i also keep looking at you because you’re naked and attractive and im pretty sure you just told the someone you were arrested bc your friend dared you to take off all your clothes and throw them at ppl and someone else told you that you wouldnt dare do it
  • we were having a fun games night w our friends but now everyone’s left your flat apart from me bc we’ve played twenty games of connect 4 and still haven’t managed to find a winner and gdi i will beat you
  • ive been trying to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you’re refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it’s gone too far and it can’t go back
  • were roommates in university and our kitchen is a mess but both of us are refusing to clean it and it’s becoming a serious health hazard i swear i saw a dead body in there the other day
  • ive been arguin w you on yikyak for days and don’t even remember what started it any more but only today did i find out youre actually the cute person in class ive had a crush on all semester i seriously regret looking at your screen over your shoulder now
  • you knocked my books out of my arms and you’re refusing to pick them up bc you’re claiming i walked into you when it was totally you who banged into me and we’ve been stood here arguing about this for ten minutes already

How about Jason hiding his relationship with Dick from Roy because Jason and Roy are BFF, but Dick and Roy are exes, and bro code and blah blah he finds out & drama ensues.

Won’t be offended if it’s not you aesthetic, but I’d love to see it <3

So I will be the first to admit, I’ve had quite the dry spell. (I even got a sad little ask in my askbox this morning from someone that really missed my writing). I’ve been focusing on other projects and doing a summer class, but I’m about to have a few weeks off to hopefully work on stuff. I’m going to try to get a few longer fics out based on some of the prompts I’ve gotten along with (maybe) opening my ask box for some new ones and giving you guys the drabbles you came here for. 

Best Friend vs Boyfriend

“You know,” Dick said as he shifted where he was, cloth brushing his skin. “When I came out of the closet, I didn’t think my boyfriend would be the one shoving me back in.” 

“I know,” Jason said as he opened the doors and Dick stepped out, pulling a hoodie off one of the hangers and slipping it on. 

“I also didn’t think he’d literally be shoving me in the closet because he has to hide our relationship from his roommate.” 

“A roommate who happens to be one of your exes.”

Dick sighed and went over to the nightstand picking up his wallet and keys. “I was okay with you not telling Roy when we were just dating,” Dick said. “I was even okay with it when we started having sex, but now? Jason we’ve been in a relationship for six months, that’s longer than Roy and I were together. I think it’s okay if you tell him.” 

“I will,” Jason said. “I’m not ready yet. He made me swear to never date any of his exes.”

“You’re probably not going to be ready,” Dick said as he kissed Jason’s cheek. Jason wrapped his arms around Dick, pulling him close. “Jay, a lot of people already know we’re together. I think it’ll be better if you tell him yourself instead of Roy finding out from someone else. How would you feel in this situation?”

“If one of my best friends was dating you?” Jason asked, swaying them gently back and forth. “I think I’d probably be fighting to win you back.”

Dick smiled and it was so sweet Jason couldn’t help but pull him into another kiss. “You need to tell him,” Dick said as he pulled away, looking into Jason’s eyes. 

“I will.” Jason promised.

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Dio and Giorno do each other’s make up and clothes.

Dio: looks so vogue he walked out of a magazine. His lemon lime outfit replaced with a black undershirt and rose jacket and he gets all the turned heads. People think he’s Giorno’s older brother instead of his father. Giorno gestures a little bit to him to relax his face and he looks even better. Flawless 10/10, Giorno slipped in some ladybugs in there.

Giorno: All that glitters is Giorno. His shoes are bedazzled, his outfit is now oversaturated, his makeup is intense. But the thing is, he looks good like this– it’s hard to put Giorno in anything and make him not look good, but from the jutting-out shoulderpads of his blue jacket to the point of his shoes, he looks like a good 80′s throwback. His hair is more rock band now. He wouldn’t look out of place with a patch ironed onto his coat, either.

Dio does iron one on– “DIO”, from the actual band. Giorno turns it into a bunch of small flowers.

RFA: MC Is Gone Pt. 1

I love writing angst you guys can send me more angst requests I enjoy paining myself and you all  It’s super long though, so I split it into two parts!

Part 2

Yoosung

He was in a great mood as he went on the bus after class. He smiled as he took a seat, putting his backpack in his lap as he took out his phone. Yoosung opened the messenger to see that everyone was online. Except MC. He joined, and began to skim through the messages. MC were online for only a few seconds, and had sent a short message. “goodbye”

Yoosung knew why everyone was online now. Shortly after MC’s message, Seven came online, saying he checked the cameras. MC really had left. Yoosung couldn’t read the rest of the conversation. He immediately sent a message.

Yoosung: What happened to MC?

Zen: Yoosung….

Seven: She’s not at the apartment. I’ll keep an eye on her messenger app and see if she logs on anytime soon. 

Jaehee: Yoosung… I don’t think she’s coming back…

Jumin: I agree with assistant Kang. MC said she was leaving pretty clearly. 

And then Yoosung logged off, his smile completely wiped off, He ran to his small apartment, and closed himself inside his room. He slumped against the door, and let himself slide to the floor. He felt empty inside. He felt as if tears would come, but if he cried, it would be like accepting that she was gone. And he refused to do that. 

The next evening, V had come online to discuss a replacement for MC. 

V: I doubt we can find someone in time though….

[Yoosung joined the chatroom] 

Jaehee: Yoosung, are you alright? 

Yoosung: Why wouldn’t I be? I have a nice girlfriend, and we’re continuing Rika’s legacy! 

Zen: Dude… You do realize she hasn’t been on all day after that message? 

Yoosung: She’s just busy, we shouldn’t replace her when she’s working hard! 

Seven: There has been no activity on her messenger app too. In fact, it might have been deleted. 

Yoosung: Lol Seven stop trying to trick me, I’m gonna go play LOLOL with MC now~ 

[Yoosung left the chatroom]

Every day, he would log on, and pretend MC was there. The other members would try to tell him that it had been two days, three days, three weeks, since she had been on, but Yoosung never listened. Every little thing reminded him of MC, of you. And occasionally, he would fall onto his bed, crying. Tears flowing until he couldn’t remember why he had begun to cry. And sometimes, when Yoosung woke up, he would have his phone in his hand, finger on the space where your profile once was. 

You’re coming back, right?

Zen

Every day, after rehearsal, Zen would call MC. The sound of her voice always made him smile, and if she was sad, he would always be willing to cheer her up. But one day, for some reason, she wouldn’t pick up. One ring, two rings, three rings. Strange. MC usually picks up by now…. But Zen didn’t pay too much attention to it. He assumed that she was busy doing other things, and hoped she would call him back later. 

But that night, when his phone vibrated, it was for a completely different reason. It was a text from MC. One that made his lovestruck teenage boy grin turn into a frown. Goodbye. Forever. He logged onto the messenger, only to see a distressed Seven. 

[Zen joined the chatroom]

Seven: Zen! >_< MC deleted the messenger! 

Zen: Don’t joke around, what’s actually going on? She texted me something pretty strange… Did she get kidnapped? 

Seven: I’m being serious for once! I tried to check the security cameras too, but they were taped over! 

[Zen left the chatroom] 

Things were a blur to him. Zen reached for a jacket, then stopped his hand midair. I don’t know where she is. Mind racing, he went to the sink and splashed himself with cold water. Looking up, he made eye contact with himself in the mirror. For a split second, he didn’t find himself attractive. He splashed himself again. Maybe MC left because of my narcissism. He let out a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling, trying to blink away his tears. 

When he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn’t feel confident. He felt useless, ugly. How was he considered attractive when the only one he loved didn’t love him back? He spent a sleepless night, constantly checking the messenger. 

[Zen joined the chatroom] 

Yoosung: Zen… You’re up late…

Zen: You’re one to talk. It’s three am. Go to bed lolol

[Zen left the chatroom] 

He knew he should have stayed longer to read Yoosung’s response, but he couldn’t bear being in the chatroom without her. MC was always so supportive, so kind and understanding, but he was never there for her, was he? He was always so self centered, He should have told her he loved her more. Said he cared more. But it was too late now. I’m not handsome.  Zen was completely out of it. He refused to  talk to anyone, and only came on to the messenger to check if MC was there. His self confidence was at an all time low. 

[Zen joined the chatroom] 

Jumin: And I want Elizabeth the Third to be the model. 

Jumin: Ah Zen, would you like to model for my new cat project?

Zen: No, I don’t feel like working

Jumin: You aren’t going to yell at me? It’s been over a week now, you should learn to control your sadness.

[Zen left the chatroom] 

Zen became a hollow shell. Others found him attractive, and offered him modeling jobs.  But in his own eyes, he was hideous. Couldn’t even keep one girl by my side… Im useless… He covered the mirrors around his house, and disliked seeing his own productions. He was emotionless. Never wanted to joke around, talk about himself, or even argue with Jumin. 

I should have done more for you. Let me try again, please, my princess… 

Jaehee

It had been another long day of typing reports and scheduling meetings. But somehow her steps felt lighter as she took out her phone and opened the messenger. Jaehee hummed a little as she clicked on the group chatroom, opening the fridge to get a drink. She glanced at the texts while sipping some juice, and the message she saw made her freeze with the cup at her lips. Bye everyone. 

[Jaehee has joined the chatroom] 

Yoosung: Jaehee did you see what MC sent? o(TヘT)o

Jaehee: Yes, but why’s everyone so freaked out about it? It could have been a temporary goodbye. 

Zen: … Jaehee, she hasn’t been on since she sent that message… 

Yoosung: Yea, she’s usually on to chat all the time! 

Jaehee: I’m sure she was just busy. I need to go to bed now, so calm down and go to sleep yourselves. 

[Jaehee left the chatroom]

She felt a little uncertain about MC’s strange message, but she was much to tired to think about that. The next morning, Jaehee quickly ate her breakfast, and checked the messenger. It was pretty suspicious at this point. MC hadn’t been on the whole night, and Seven claimed that the security cameras were not working. 

Jaehee drowned herself in work that day, getting even more done than usual. No one noticed how distraught she actually was, and Jaehee definitely did not want to tell anyone that she was incredibly upset about MC not coming onto the messenger. 

That night, she looked at the chatroom again. The other members were chatting, but Jaehee wasn’t in the mood to be responsible, like she usually was. She closed the messenger and tried to go to sleep, but her mind stayed awake. Did I say something wrong? Should I have welcomed MC more? Jaehee couldn’t help but feel sad. MC had become such a close friend in a matter of days, and she was already gone. 

Work took over her life after that. There was nothing to look forward to, no one to share secrets and be a teenager again with, and nothing to break her monotonous work days. But maybe it was for the best. 

Jaehee pretended everything was fine, and just decided to devote all her free time to staying ahead of the workload. There was an empty void in her life, and the only way she could think of filling it was by becoming completely absorbed in work. 

[Jaehee joined the chatroom]

Seven: !! JAEHEE IS HERE !! 

Zen: Don’t overreact… 

Jaehee: Was there something you wanted to say to me?

Seven: O yeah. You seem really busy lately. Are you ok? 

Zen: Yeah… Is that damn trust fund kid overworking you? 

Jaehee: I appreciate your consideration, but you don’t need to worry about me. I’m just trying to focus more on work.

Jaehee: ah, speaking of which, I should get to bed now.

Zen: Get some rest, and I hope you don’t overexert yourself~  

Seven: Good night!

[Jaehee has left the chatroom] 

And that night, when she went to her bedroom, tears began to wet her pillow. She didn’t know why she was crying, but she couldn’t stop, and cried herself to sleep, desperately trying to fill the gaping hole in her life through  tears. 

It’s been so long since I met someone like you… Don’t leave me… 

I Can’t Save Her: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, I wouldn’t go so far as to say “smut” but there is definitely some sexual content.

Word Count: 2435

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Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: First – it isn’t what I would deem “smut.” Sorry for those that were hoping for it. This decision was made very carefully. I felt that this fit with the narrative better. I’m not going to lie – I listened to “Missing” by The xx on repeat as I wrote the scene, ha! I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Originally posted by levityyy

The holidays had always been bittersweet for me. Losing my parents at a young age, and being passed from foster home to foster home as a kid didn’t really scream warm family gatherings. No one on the team knew about my trepidation around this time of year except for Bucky.

“Ready?” he called down the hall from his room. Our traveling group consisted of Steve, Sam, and us, and as always – Bucky and I were running late.

“Um… I think so…” I yelled back as I grabbed my bags and headed his way. Steve was impatiently tapping his foot while looking at his watch. Sam just looked bored and annoyed. “Sorry guys,” I grimaced as I looked at them. “Someone turned my alarm off and didn’t bother waking me up until twenty minutes after it was set.” I shot Bucky a dirty look as he was closing the door behind him. He at least had the grace to look a little ashamed of himself.

“Sorry,” he mumbled trying to keep the ghost of a smile off his face. I scoffed and looked up at Steve who was now looking at us impatiently.

“I’m driving this time,” he said matter-of-factly as he grabbed the keys from my hand.

Sam snickered and shouted, “Shot gun!” He grinned smugly at Bucky as we made our way to the elevator.

“Obviously I wanted to sit in the back with Y/N, and she wants me to,” he said looking at me for approval.

“Sam are you sure you can’t sit in the back with me,” I asked playfully while dodging a smack on the arm from Bucky. He rolled his eyes at me and grinned.

“Okay you two – let’s get going,” Steve said seriously.

“Don’t be a punk,” we both replied in unison and laughed at each other. Even Steve couldn’t help laughing. Bucky’s mood seemed to be contagious when he was happy.

We made our way to the garage and packed up Steve’s SUV. I was thankful we were taking a car that actually had space to stretch because the drive to Clint’s wasn’t short. If we were lucky we would get there in the early afternoon depending upon the traffic. I yawned as Steve pulled out onto the road. Bucky nonchalantly stretched his arms sleepily and hooked me into an embrace. “Why don’t you sleep awhile doll?” he whispered into my ear. The sun wasn’t even up yet so I certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his arm and almost immediately fell asleep.

I was woken up by a gentle shaking. I opened my eyes cautiously. “Hey doll, we’re almost there. Also you’re drooling on my jacket,” Bucky whispered with a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Oh god!” I sat straight up wiping off my face and trying to make my hair presentable. Bucky laughed and I caught Steve grinning in the mirror. “Okay, okay – the show is over boys!” I said with a grin and a playful punch to Bucky. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” I whined as I continued to try to smooth down my hair.

“You seemed really tired, and also you were saying some pretty interesting things,” he said shyly.

I paused. “Oh god, what did I say? Please tell me it wasn’t anything embarrassing…”

Bucky paused for a second putting a finger to his lips— acting like he was lost in thought. “Hm, you said that you thought Red Wing was weird and you thought Sam might like it a little too much,” he said through laughs.

I paused. Sam really did love Red Wing which was weird to me since he—really it – was a robotic bird type thing. “Oh my god – Sam I am so sorry. I only ever said anything about it one time…” I explained.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Sam replied looking back at me.

Bucky roared with laughter, “You didn’t actually say anything.” He was in tears now. Before long we all were.

“Really it isn’t that weird,” Sam was still trying to explain casually. “I mean – I spent a lot of time with Stark designing that thing.”

“Of course, Sam. Totally,” I responded through giggles. I could see Bucky wink at me from the corner of my eye. It was impossible to stay mad at him.

Steve pulled onto the bumpy dirt driveway leading to Clint’s house. I could see the house coming into view – it wasn’t anything extravagant but it reminded me of what a home should be. It was nestled in farmland and surrounded by woods – a perfect getaway for those of us that found being in the spotlight constantly to be exhausting.

We parked and slowly climbed out of the SUV. Steve and Sam quickly retrieved their bags and headed in – no doubt in an attempt to claim the last of the bedrooms. Bucky grabbed our bags as I watched him sleepily – I was definitely still trying to wake up. He looked at me and smiled as he sat the bags on the ground. “What?” I asked as I tried to stifle a yawn.

“You just look beautiful – especially when you’re sleepy,” he answered and reached down to lift my chin to his face so he could give me a quick kiss. He looked down at me with a grin and said, “Now let’s see if we can con one of those rooms from Steve or Sam.”

When we entered the house we were greeted by Clint and his family. The kids were especially excited to see Uncle Bucky and his metal arm. Bucky always lit up around them because, to them, he was just someone that had a “really cool” metal arm. Clint put his arm around Bucky’s neck and they strolled out of the room talking lowly. I looked after them curiously. “Since when are those two so close?” I laughed.

“Oh Clint finished the loft above the barn,” Laura replied with a small smile. I still wasn’t following why that warranted immediate guy-huddle talk. “They… I mean he… has been working on it for awhile… Tony gave him a hell of a time, but he wanted to let Bucky and you use it. Actually he is giving it to you both,” she said breaking out in a smile.

I was shocked. It was one of the nicest gestures that anyone had ever done for me. “Oh Laura.. you don’t have to do that!” I said as tears welled in my eyes.

“Nonsense,” she said matter-of-factly. “We know you both love coming here, and we know that it helps Bucky to get away from the city sometimes, and we know how important you are to him,” she said squeezing my hand. “Also, the kids absolutely adore you both. Every time you leave all they ask about is when will Aunt Y/N and Uncle Bucky be coming back,” she laughed. “You should both go rest for awhile. We’ll have dinner ready in a few hours – the others are all in their rooms resting now. The Earth’s mightiest heroes can’t even handle the eight-hour drive,” she laughed and shook her head. I thanked her one more time as Bucky and Clint reemerged from wherever they had run off to.

“Ready?” Bucky asked raising his eyebrow.

“Almost!” I said as I ran over to Clint and threw my arms around his neck. “Thanks,” I whispered.

“Anytime kiddo,” Clint responded patting my back and shooting Bucky a grin.

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anonymous asked:

You're so cringy. Sometimes you have cool posts and stuff, but geez can you like, not do the "boohoo my personal symptoms" thing? It's clear you're just seeking attention for something no one can clearly do anything about?? Didya know you can Google that shit. This may sound dumb to you of course, but instead of listening to respond, why don't you just stop doing it. Putting the lol in something that could be serious is concerning. Not cool to the people that actually care about you. Seriously.

Newsflash asshole, I’ve been cringe for nineteen years and I’ll be cringe for nineteen more. Now onto the meat of this.

You don’t fucking know me. I’m not asking people to tell me what I have, diagnose me or shit like that. I know it’s heard to believe, but sometimes I like to vent and I’m one of those people who make light of the situation, yknow why? Because I’d be so fucking scared all of the time if I didn’t, if I can’t joke about the things in my life that bother me. I already have a bunch of health problems, and that’s fucking scary, maybe if you loved what I’m living you’d get why I feel the need to not take it too seriously, to not feel the need to be mad at people for talking about their issues on a blog that they created for themselves. If I’m not allowed to post what I want, which includes making a one off post about my health after a specifically shitty day for it at work, then there’s no point in me even keeping this blog. People who have responded to the post or talked to me about it have been super fucking kind and i didn’t expect that to happen, im not looking for attention using my health because I already fucking have it without having to do that. You don’t see me complaining or sending pussy ass anons when other people talk about their feelings or vent on their blogs, maybe because I fucking understand how to be a decent person and am empathetic to those around me. I don’t mean to be rude but you really picked the wrong day to send me this.

Now to the people who have tried to give me advice, thank you. I know it’s not much from me, but it’s very touching and sweet to see that people care about more than just my shitpost like this guy. And I truly appreciate you all and your kindness and empathy. I love you 💕

Good Enough - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Good Enough

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,588

Warnings: Self-conscious reader (?), body image issues, self-hate 

Original imagine:

You sighed in peace as the warm water cascaded down your body, relaxing your soar muscles and washing away all the blood, dry and not, from you. It was a particularly difficult hunt but luckily was over now. It was some freaking demon, picking girls up at bars and then torturing them (as you had found out). All of them would go missing for exactly seven days and then would be found at the doorstep of their houses all bloodied, bruised, beaten and cut. Fortunately you managed to find the demon quickly but since you had the suspicion that he worked with others too, you had to follow him to find his hiding place.

Unfortunately for you, though, that meant that you had to be the bait. You had to go get all well-dressed, put some make up and try to seduce him into choosing you and getting you to his place as one of his ‘victims’. You really doubted in the beginning that he was going to choose you, though, not matter how much you tried to seduce him. Even if you tried your hardest you knew that there was no chance he would chose you over any other girl at the bar. Not that you had told this to the guys. You were self conscious about your body and whole image in general but you hadn’t showed it to the boys and certainly not Dean. Why would you?

You doubted he would even be interested to hear your self-pity words. You doubted he would even care to hear at all when he could have any woman he wanted to, clinging to him every second. Why would he? Sure you were best friends for about 5 years and had shared more than plenty of secrets and thoughts. You were really close, that was true, but you were not going to tell openly to the man that you were in love with (even though he didn’t know that either) the thoughts you had about yourself.

To cut a long story short, though, your plan had gone perfectly well, which also surprised you too. Despite Dean’s many protests of going in there as a bait the plan had worked and after you got the demon to take you to his place, Sam and Dean following closely behind, they both barged in and managed to kill them. Maybe it took them a little long, seeing as the demon managed to get to torture you, but it was nothing that an experienced hunter like you could not take.

You exited the bathroom and started drying your hair with a towel. Two thoughts constantly running through your mind. The one was the look on Dean’s eyes when he had barged in through the door of the warehouse where they kept you. You had never seen that look on his eyes before. Nothing that you had experienced before. When his eyes locked with yours and he saw the state you were, bloodied and with some bruises, you could clearly see it. He was angry but at the same time… scared. Of you getting hurt? Of you dying?… Of him losing you? You really couldn’t point your finger on it. But what surprised you even more was that when he managed with the help of Sam to kill all the demons and he managed to free you… he hugged you.

He had never hugged you so tightly and you had never heard his heart beat so wildly. Maybe it was from the adrenaline but you couldn’t help the tiny bit of hope in you that maybe it was because he was scared of losing you and he finally felt relief to have you in his arms. You didn’t really care at that moment though. You just hugged him like there was no tomorrow and decided not to think of anything else… but him and his arms wrapped tightly around you. His face buried in your neck and yours buried in his chest, breathing in his scent.

The other though, well the other thought that ran through your mind was the look on Dean’s eyes once again. But not when you were on the warehouse. No, this time it was the look Dean had on his eyes when you had walked out of your room; black high heels on, accompanied by a tight black dress that showed off your curves more than you’d like. You didn’t have another one, though, and you needed to do the job asap. Catching the demons was more important that your own insecurities. The look on Dean’s eyes though made you want to hide yourself from eyesight, even more. You couldn’t really decipher it, but his wide eyes and wide open mouth certainly indicated that he was shocked. You didn’t really know if it was a pleasant shock or not, though.

You scoffed at the thought itself.

“Why the hell would it be a pleasant shock, huh?” you asked your own self.

“As if there is anything beautiful here to be pleased to see, anyway” you muttered to yourself, staring back at your own reflection on the full length mirror on your room. You had only worn your underwear so every curve and little scar could be easily spotted, even if it was in the most well-hidden place.

You scoffed at yourself again, tears welling up in your eyes “Look at you” you mumbled, touching your own face and then running your fingers down your body, over every little scar or stretch mark; gripping at some places where there was a little more fat. Your arms, your stomach, your hips, your legs.

“Like there is even anything interesting on you” you spoke bitterly at your reflection on the mirror “Like there is even anything that could make him look at you any other way that friendly. The hell he would” you spit the last word, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Just look at you” you laughed, though it was full of pain “Why would he, huh? Why, when he can have any woman he wants to. Certainly not you. Why the hell you?” your vision started to become more blurry.

Tears had by now started streaming down your face, though a pained smile was on your lips.

“Like hell would he ever be interested in you. Why, when he can have any other beautiful woman he wants to clinging of him. Why would he ever see you as more than just as a friend. Why would he, when there in no beauty here anyway. Why, when with just one look he can see all of your flaws.” you asked in a bitter voice tone.

You shook your head and laugh bitterly through your tears “What the hell am I even saying. Look at me. I am one big fucking flaw” you put your hands in front of your face just to wipe a few tears away. Not that it helped anyway.

“Look at you.” you said looking back at yourself in the mirror “Look at all of your freaking flaws. Why would he be attracted to someone with this looks, huh, why?” you asked through sobs.

Your whole body would shake with sobs. Your knees gave away, unable to support you any longer, and you collapsed to the ground. You hit your legs with your hands clenched in fists.

“I hate you, damn it! I fucking hate you!” you all-but-shouted and you looked back at your reflection in the mirror. At your tear-stained cheeks and every little detail of your face that you didn’t like about yourself.

You shook your head, gritting your teeth, and averting your eyes from the mirror. You brought your knees up and hugged them to yourself. Your crying could no be stopped now. Sobs shaking your whole body.

Many times you would stay till late at night, thinking of all those things and crying yourself until sleep enveloped you. There were many times too that when the boys were not at the bunker that you would stand in front of the mirror staring at all the things you didn’t like about yourself and crying. You had never gone at the extended of shouting at your own self and saying out loud all the things you hated but the thought was always there. The thought of not being good enough.

You mind felt dizzy from all the crying and you had started to doubt your ability to hear as well. Until-

Two strong arms grabbed at your shoulders and shook you violently, making you pull away and look up to meet two green and filled with worry orbs looking back at you.

“What the hell do you even think you’re doing?!” Dean’s voice, clearly filled with anger, snapped you from your daze.

“I-” was the only thing you managed to say.

“What the hell (Y/n)?!” he shouted once again “Tell me what the actual hell were all the things you said?!” he asked holding onto your shoulders more tightly.

“You- you heard that?” you managed to say in a low whisper.

“Yes, damn it! Yes I did! And you better have a good explanation or else I-” he started saying but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Dean. Please. I am perfectly aware of how I am. Just- don’t-” you couldn’t say more but just fought to keep the new wave of tears from flowing.

Silence followed for a while, until Dean decided to break it.

“You can’t be serious right now, can you?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief “You can’t be seriously thinking that low of yourself” he added in a whisper.

“Dean I- I know perfectly well that I’m not beautiful so-” you started saying but he cut you off.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare say it once again! Don’t you dare even think of it or else I swear to every god I’ve met that I’m gonna go through heaven and hell to change that myself, you hear me?!” he shouted on full angel and all you could do was nod with wide eyes. You would be lying if you said that you were not slightly afraid at that moment.

“I’m sorry” he sighed looking down for a second “And I’m sorry that I hadn’t realized it all this time. But damn (Y/n), stop saying it. Stop thinking of it. And just talk to me. Why the hell would you even think so low of yourself, sweetheart?” he asked brushing a few tears off your face.

“Because… that’s the truth Dean.” you murmured and you saw anger flash through his eyes once again and his jaw clench, but he didn’t say anything.

“I am not pretty and I am perfectly aware of all my flaws. I’ve got extra weight but no matter how much I try to lose it I just- I can’t. I’m- I’m not beautiful Dean, and I know it. You do too” you brushed a few tears off your face “I am nothing like all those girls you pick up at bars and nor can I ever be.” you added in a whisper.

“Yes you are nothing like them cause you are way better!” he said in a firm voice “Damn it (Y/n) just hear me out, ok? You are beautiful. In fact you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You have no idea how much I fucking love those curves of you and how cute those small scars make you. You have no idea how much I freaking love this rocking body of yours, because believe me it is freaking hot. You are freaking hot, (Y/n). I could see it when you wore that tight dress earlier today and I can even more see it now” he said and you, upon realizing that you were only in your underwear, brought your knees closer to yourself in order to cover yourself up somehow.

“No, don’t hide from me princess” he whispered in an almost loving voice tone. He took your arms away from your knees and you let them fall to the floor as you gazed back at his eyes which would not stop roaming your body “So freaking gorgeous” he whispered mostly to himself and you felt heat rise in your cheeks, his eyes looking every inch of your body as if trying to memorize you.

This has to be a dream you thought There is no way Dean would like me this way.

“You say I’m hot but you- you never actually flirted with me the way you do with all those girls” you mumbled and his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“I never actually flirted with you because-” he paused for a while, unsure if he should continue"-I was afraid. I was afraid of you rejecting me. You know I never was good with words (Y/n), and all those chicks- they were just a way for me to forget what I never could have.You.“ he sighed running a hand down his face "I know this probably is kind of late but damn- I have always liked you, ok? Like really liked you and I-” he started speaking again but you cut him off.

“You like me?” you asked with wide eyes “You like me?”

“Yeah, yeah I do and I- if you want to, we could…” he trailed scratching the back of his head.

You bit your lip not sure if you should do what you were thinking but decided to do so, either way. Without a second thought you grabbed him by his shirt and crashed your lips to his.

His eyes widened in the beginning but soon tarted to respond. His hands traveled up your arms to your neck and cupped your face, goosebumps were created on your skin.

“Sorry I just-” you whispered out of breath as soon as you both pulled away, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Still haven’t realized the effect you have on me, have you?” he asked with a small smirk and you frowned a little bit. You opened your mouth to question him but soon you got the answer to your question. Your eyes followed his, down to his pants and you quickly averted them, blushing even more as soon as you saw the bulge in his pants.

Dean only chuckled and kissed your cheek softly.

“I didn’t know that you felt of me that way” you mumbled and he laughed softly.

“Obviously you’re as much clueless as beautiful” he smiled and pecked your lips.

You laughed and looked down at your hands “Thank you Dean” you mumbled after a while of silence.

“No need to thank me princess. You know it’s the truth” he smiled “Right?” his smile fluttered for a split second.

“Yeah, Dean. I know” you smiled at him and closed the distance between you.

You hugged tightly and you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his scent.

“Now, how about we get you dressed before you catch a cold, hm?” he asked through your hair.

“Or maybe we could get rid of these too?” he asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“Dean!” you said and he laughed.

“What baby?” he asked.

“You’re an asshole” you mumbled and his chest vibrated as he laughed more.

He hugged you more tightly and you sighed in content. Every bad thought about yourself disappearing from your mind as if it was never there. Because in Dean’s arms you actually felt good enough for him and that’s what mattered to you.

Think Before You Act - Part 5 (Finale)!

Jimin (Ft. V) X Reader
anonymous asked:
Hihi~ Just wanna thank u guys for all the requests and giving all the feels <3 Can I have a scenario when you and V are very very close best friends, Jimin has a crush on you, but thought you and V were dating because of all the shared skinships? Thank you very much ^^


A/N: Here’s the last part! Not too sure if I want to do an epilogue or not, but thank you so much for reading this series!

Genre: Fluff / Angst / Jealousy (Jimin)

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You and Jimin walked hand in hand as you went over to his house. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Now that he knew you felt the same way about him, he could finally ask you out with confidence. But wait…
“What about Tae?” He asked, your attention now on him, “What about him?”
Jimin looked at you, “I thought he liked you” he said as he continued to walk. You let out a laugh and Jimin looked at you funny.
“Jimin” you coo, “Tae doesn’t like me” You smile, “He likes Mina”
‘of course he does’ Jimin thought, “R-Really?”
“Yeah, he just gets jealous really easily, so he told me that he was mad when he saw you with her”
‘So that’s why he acts so close to Y/n… it was because he was Jealous of me hanging out with his crush?’
“Ha… I know that feel a bit too well” Jimin whispered more to himself than to you.
“What was that?” You questioned.
“Nothing!”

~

You walked into Jimin’s house. You slipped off your shoes and put down your bag.
“Your parents aren’t home?” you ask.
“Doesn’t seem like it” Jimin says as he walked into the kitchen. He played the answering machine.
“Hi Jiminie!” it was his mom, “Dad and I won’t be back today, our flight got delayed, so we’ll be staying the night here. I’m sure you can cook something for yourself, or maybe call Y/n over, she’s a great cook” You saw a deep crimson blush creep onto Jimin’s face and you couldn’t help but smile “we’ll see you tomorrow! Goodnight~” Click-, You stared up at Jimin, “What do you want me to cook for you, Jiminie~” you coo. Jimin’s face was as red as a tomato and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. He couldn’t deny that fact that he liked the way “Jiminie” rolled of your tongue so perfectly as he teasingly hit you on the arm, “S-Shut up!”
“No, but seriously, what do you want me to cook? I don’t mind eating here with you, I’m getting hungry” You chuckled.
“I’ll eat anything you make, so it’s up to you… I just don’t know if there’s much you can cook with. We don’t have a lot of ingredients since I didn’t go grocery shopping.”
“That’s fine. I can make do with what you have”
You ended up just making pasta. It was the easiest thing to do, plus, it was fast and efficient. You chatted the night away.
“Y-You should stay the night” Jimin suggested shyly. You felt your face grow hot. You’ve slept over before, but this time, it felt different because of your now known feelings.
“W-What?”
That’s what brought Jimin’s attention back onto what was actually going on instead of the things that were playing out in his mind, “O-Oh! Sorry, scratch that, ignore everything I just said, I didn’t mean-”
“I think I can stay over…” Now it was Jimin’s turn to choke on his drink, “E-Excuse me? Are you serious?”
You looked him dead in the eye and he gulped, “Of course” you said, face expression not changing, “My parents are on a trip as well” you chuckle.
You saw Jimin’s face turn bright red and you couldn’t help but giggle and pinch them, “You’re so cute and blushy Jiminie~ I wish you showed me this side of you all the time”
“N-No way! I want to look strong in front of you, not like a shy baby” he pouted. It only made you smile more. Since when was Jimin this cute?
“Well, I think you’re very strong” you say, standing up to put away your dishes. Jimin grew quiet as you were washing your plate in the sink. Then you heard the chair being moved, thinking that Jimin was also getting up to put his dishes away, “You can place them on the counter, I’ll clean them”
No answer. Instead, you felt a strong pair of arms hesitantly wrap around your waist, a head hooking onto your shoulder. You felt goosebumps from the sudden contact.
“J-Jimin?”
“… I’m sorry, I can’t help myself… You look so cute in the kitchen like this, it’s like we’re married…”
“Jimin…”
After a small moment of silence, you felt him jerk, “OH SHIT” He let go of you instantly, you feeling saddened at the loss of warmth, “DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!” Jimin started to panic as he ran into the other room, instantly plopping down onto the couch and covering his face with his hands. You laughed at the sight, he was still as shy around you as he was when he first moved here. You finished up the dishes before joining Jimin on the couch. He was staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. “Soft…”
“What was that?” You asked. He snapped his head up so his eyes met with yours.
“I-It’s nothing! I’m just crazy.. Don’t mind me…” He said. You sat down beside him, “Jimin, tell me…” He looked at you with wide eyes, “What’s soft?” you saw his head turn the other way, blush appearing on the tips of his ears. You tried to contain your smile, but you couldn’t.
“you…” he whispered to himself, hoping that you didn’t actually hear him. But you did. Of course you did, you always did. You smiled warmly before wrapping your arms around him, your cheek flush against his broad back, “You really are the cutest, Jiminie~” you cooed.
“No! You are!” He fought in protest, trying to turn around so he could see you. He was beyond happy, he found out you liked him back, that Tae really was just your best friend, and that now, you were hugging him tightly. Could this day get any better for him?

Hell Yes.
~

Jimin was almost crying -and dying- when he realized how cute you could be. From the way you sneezed to the way you slept. He didn’t mean to be creepy or anything, but he just couldn’t help but notice all the little things about you, because you did the same for him. He appreciated everything that you did for him and he was grateful for moving here, because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to meet you, he wouldn’t have fallen in love, he wouldn’t have even known you existed.
So maybe everything does happen for a reason, and Jimin was happy that it ended up like this.  


I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know if you want an epilogue or not ^^
~Admin Luna

2

You hit your legs with your arms balled in fists.

“I hate you, damn it! I fucking hate you!” you all-but-shouted and you looked back at your reflection in the mirror. At your tear-stained cheeks and every little detail of your face that you didn’t like about yourself.

You shook your head, gritting your teeth, and averting your eyes from the mirror. You brought your knees up and hugged them to yourself. Your crying could not be stopped now. Sobs shaking your whole body.

Many times you would stay till late at night, thinking of all those things and crying yourself until sleep enveloped you. There were many times too that when the boys were not at the bunker that you would stand in front of the mirror staring at all the things you didn’t like about yourself and crying. You had never gone at the extended of shouting at your own self and saying out loud all the things you hated but the thought was always there. The thought of not being good enough.

You mind felt dizzy from all the crying and you had started to doubt your ability to hear as well. Until-

Two strong arms grabbed at your shoulders and shook you violently, making you pull away and look up to meet two green, and filled with worry, orbs looking back at you.

“What the hell do you even think you’re doing?!” Dean’s voice, clearly filled with anger, snapped you from your daze.

“I-” was the only thing you managed to say.

“What the hell (Y/n)?!” he shouted once again “Tell me what the actual hell were all the things you said?!” he asked holding onto your shoulders more tightly.

“You- you heard that?” you managed to say in a low whisper.

“Yes, damn it! Yes I did! And you better have a good explanation or else I-” he started saying but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Dean. Please. I am perfectly aware of how I look. Just- don’t-” you couldn’t say more but just fought to keep the new wave of tears from flowing.

Silence followed for a while, until Dean decided to break it.

“You can’t be serious right now, can you?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief “You can’t be seriously thinking that low of yourself” he added in a whisper.

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I love your captain marvel cosplay, do you have a post about how you made it? If not, can you give me a quick summary of how you did it? Thanks!

I apologize in advance for how bad this is going to be, I didn’t take pictures while I was making the costume because I had no idea what I was doing.  But hey, now you get to learn from my mistakes.  

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Bound By Ink - Chapter 2

Intro ll Chapter One

Stella’s p.o.v.

Two years have passed. Two full years without any sign from Harry–not that I actually expected one anymore. It almost seemed like a lost cause to be waiting for someone that I may never even have the opportunity to meet. Ryder and I seemed perfectly happy with everything. We finally realized that there is a huge possibility that we may never even get to meet our soul mate so we shouldn’t be wasting our life waiting for them. Our relationship together seemed to be the best that it had ever been; we still live together but now we’re taking things much more serious than we had previously.

“Ella,” Ryder said, a small, goofy smile on his face as he pulled me up onto his lap. “You don’t seem very interested in this movie.”

I sighed; he wanted to watch some action movie that I didn’t even care enough to remember the name of it but I was only watching it to please Ryder because he always does the same for me when I want to watch a romance movie. I should at least act like I’m enjoying it but I don’t know if my acting skills are actually believable.

“You know I don’t like action movies, Ry. What makes you think that I’d like this one?”

He shook his head, a small smirk on his face. “It was more of a hope that you would like it. Well come on,” He mumbled, turning me around to straddle him. “What would you like to be doing right now?”

“Well,” I giggled. “I have a few things on my mind….”

“And what would some of those things be?” Ryder said, flipping both of us over so that he was hovering over me on the couch.

“I guess we could go up in the bedroom…”

Ryder leaned down, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he whispered, “I think that’s a great idea.” His arms wrapped around my waist and stood up, lifting me with him. He traveled up the stairs, his lips never leaving mine. Ryder quickly tossed me on the bed as soon as we enter the bedroom and climbed to hover over me. 

Just as he was about to press his lips on mine once more, my cell phone rang, interrupting our little session.

“Ignore it.” Ryder mumbled, moving to press his lips against the base my neck and peppering little kisses wherever he pleased. 

“I can’t.”  I said, stretching to the side table to grab it. “It’s my mother. If I ignore her on purpose, she’ll kill me and I don’t think you want a dead girlfriend.” I answered the phone before it sent her to my voice mail and I quickly moved to sit against the headboard. “Hi mom!” I attempted to channel the cheery me to please her before she decided to rant about how I should return home, meaning leave Ryder, and live with her where I would “be much happier”.

“Hey sweetheart. You’re still coming over for the pool party right.” Fuck, I thought the pool party that she planned was next week which is why I had told her I was going to be out-of-town with Ryder. “Come on, Stella. I mean, I rescheduled this for you, just to make sure that you’d be able to come. I also have a huge surprise for you here and it’d be awful if you missed it.” I heard the desperation in her voice and I knew that I didn’t have anyway out of it that wouldn’t make me feel extremely guilty.

By this time, Ryder had left the room, or previous mood had already been killed so he didn’t want to intrude on the conversation by listening in.

“When it is, mom?” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair to rid it of any knots, wincing when I pulled to hard on one.

“It’s tomorrow at 2 and I want you there earlier than that so that you could help me set up, okay?" 

"Yeah, I’ll be there around 1 then.” As much as I didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to upset my mom more.

“Great! See you then!” She hung up because she knew that if we spoke any longer I would have had come up with a logical reason to get me out of going. 

“You done?” Ryder asked, peaking his head through the door to make sure I was off the phone.

I nodded and he entered the room, sitting next to me on the corner of the bed. “Looks like we’ve got some plans for tomorrow…”

Luckily, he caught on and sent me a sly smile. “Your mother wants you over there?”

“Us.” I corrected. Even though she hadn’t specifically said that I could bring Ryder with me, I felt like it was implied because Ryder and I do practically everything together and I wouldn’t want to leave him out of a family event.

“No, you. We both know that she isn’t particularity too fond of me.” He sent me a smile to reassure me that it didn’t bother him but it was obvious that it did because the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“My mother is just very conservative. She does like you she just doesn’t want to admit it. She wants us to go over for her pool party to celebrate her birthday tomorrow.” I reached over and intertwined our hands together, giving his a comforting squeeze.

“Well,” He began, a childish grin appearing on his face as his eyes met mine. “Then I guess tomorrow will be extremely interesting…”

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love this blog, the amount of funny things has actually helped me help my friend too, just now, her depression got serious, so i started linking funny things i knew she'd like, and she cheered up, so you are honestly a hero to me, thank you.

Anon:I just had one of my worst days ever. And then I came home and logged onto your blog. Just going through your pages helps me more than you can know. Thank you.

oh man you guys ;v; I’m glad I could help somehow!

Lotte:
One of my favourite things about you is the way you fling yourself onto dance floors! We met in a nightclub, I thought you were super serious until the music came on and you were off! Do you find a similar sense of release dancing as you do making work?

Phoebe:
I love to dance like a spinning top! My grandmother, who is now in her 80’s and can’t walk very well, told me recently that it was the one thing that she missed… It makes you feel alive. Actually, the new paintings were made on the floor with my feet! I ran, danced and bounced off the walls to create them in a high-energy burst, until I ran out of energy panting and covered in black oil paint.

“its over isnt it” and pearl making her romantic feelings towards rose actually canon instead of implied was the best thing that has happened to me, the best steven universe scene so far and actually the best song in an animation i’ve heard, yes, even better than prince of egypt, that means this is serious business. i dont know why but i’m just, relating to it so much? it really drove home the amount of pain pearl has been in all these fucking years, i used to hate her but i now know she’s shitty and salty and annoying cause she hasn’t been able to forgive and move on and its killing her and wow fuck i know what its like to hold onto hurtful things for years and years, god bless the whole steven universe staff for breaking my heart in such a beautiful way

anonymous asked:

Anders blows up the Chantry and is loved as a progressive. Coryphifish blows up the Temple of Sacred Ashes and is loathed by all. Sure, Corndogish is a magister jerk, but to me, Anders was potentially down the same path.

are you… 

actually serious

right now 

YOU COME ONTO MY CONFESSIONS BLOG

oh and off the chance you were serious —maker forbid— and without touching on the many ways in which this is Wrong, may i remind you that solas was the reason corypheus got to do pretty much everything he did in inquisition 

so, i mean, if you wanna point fingers based on things that are barely connected 

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Your eyes looked up from the floor onto his face, scanning each feature. You saw how serious he was. Your mouth opened slightly, unsure of how to respond. You felt your stomach sink as the realisation set in.“You don’t mean that.” You almost said it as a question. He couldn’t actually want to end things.“Calum… I think we can work this out.” His eyes were on the brink of tears, and he started shaking his head slowly. Your breaths were coming out unevenly now. He looked into your eyes. You could see how much this pained him.“Y/n, I can’t keep hurting you. It kills me everytime I do. So I have to end this. You might think you want me, but you’ll be in less pain when I’m out of the picture. You’ll find more happiness with someone else. I’m letting you go.”“Don’t you see I don’t want to go!” You couldn’t help the slight raise of your voice. The relationship wasn’t broken; it could be fixed. “Cal…” Your voice broke. You tried to reach for his hand. but he moved his arm before you could.You watched a tear slip out of his eye as he turned towards the door. With one last glance, he was gone. The only sound left in the room was your heavy breathing. You couldn’t think straight. Only one thought was circling in your mind:

“But I love you…”

Who, What, Where, When, Why

Liam:

“Who are you dating again?” your three-year-old cousin asked, for the fifth time that evening.

You patiently pulled out your phone, showing her another picture of Liam. “See? He’s the only one with the arrows on his arms.”

Your cousin wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “Mommy says tattoos are bad.”

Laughing, you placed the little girl across the floor from you and scrolled through some selfies you and Liam had taken, the two of you giggling over each other’s funny faces. “Maybe, sweetie. Mommy just doesn’t want to worry about your beautiful skin looking anything but ab-so-lute-ly per-fect.” You accented each syllable with light presses against her little nose. “Liam’s a good guy, I promise.”

The protective little girl accepted this at last, placing her tiny, pudgy hands on your shoulders. “Okay. I believe you. But I can tell you miss him. So I’ll be your best friend for now.”

Months later, when Liam was back from tour, your cousin would sit and trace the arrows on his arm, back and forth, back and forth, telling him all about how she didn’t really think tattoos were bad, “even if Mommy says so,” and just how in love her cousin was with him.

Harry:

“Sometimes I gotta wonder what I ever saw in you, babe,” you teased.

He immediately played along and looked incredibly offended. “What? It wasn’t my luscious curls?” He wrapped a few locks around his finger, dramatically biting his lip and winking at you.

Holding in the giggles, you shook your head. “Nope! Honestly, I think they’re a bit too unruly.”

“What about my gorgeous green eyes?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “No, it’s not that either. Your eyes are rather dull for my taste.”

Harry plopped down onto the couch, apparently defeated. Now it was your turn to be teasingly seductive. You slinked toward him, hips swaying, eventually sliding into the seat right beside him and playing with a few strands of his hair. “You know what I think it was, that caught my attention?”

“Mmm… whatever it was, I hope it’s still catching your attention.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, but suddenly serious. “Actually, it was watching you talk with my mom. Just being in our home, making her laugh and blush and giving her little things to talk to me about after you were gone. I love how you are this natural, effortless extension of my family.”

Louis:

“Lou, where are we headed?”

He was watching a football match and not putting a proper amount of focus on you, in your opinion. “Hmm?”

You snatched the remote from him, shutting off the television, and were suddenly raging at a very surprised Louis. “Where is this relationship even going? Everyday it’s the same thing: either you’re at work and I never get to see you or help or anything, or you’re at home and all you want to do is sleep and watch football and maybe, I don’t know, cuddle occasionally!” you yelled, exasperated.

He had never seen you this angry and really had no idea how to respond. But he picked up on your last words. “Maybe you want to do a bit more than cuddle?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

This, of course, only infuriated you further and you pushed at his shoulders, crying, screaming protests, and, eventually, collapsing in a sobbing, confused heap on the floor.

But then there were two heaps. One was stronger, helping the hurt one to stand, to be at peace, to clear her mind. Louis led you to the couch and just held you until you were calm. “Maybe we should go on a fun vacation soon.” You hummed a response, comforted and happier. “Maybe we should talk about moving forward in the relationship… you know, things for the future.” And you didn’t say anything then, or move, you just froze and waited. He was waiting too, you could feel his heart beating against your hand. So you just whispered, “Okay,” because that’s about all you could manage, and hoped that tomorrow would bring a better day.

Niall:

“Hang on, when did you two start dating? It’s only been like two weeks, right?” your best friend questioned.

“Uh, yeah…”

“16 days,” Niall answered.

Your friend smirked at Niall’s confirmation, giving you an unreadable glance. It was the first time the three of you had really hung out, considering you and Niall were such a new couple. You spent the day playing board games, watching movies, and snacking on what was probably too much junk food. You loved watching Niall and your friend interact; it was like she could anticipate his reaction to everything and thoroughly enjoyed teasing him. It was incredibly sweet and entertaining for you to watch.

Niall left later that evening so you and your friend could enjoy a girly sleepover. As soon as he was out the door, your friend was buzzing about the house, talking too fast, kissing your cheeks, spinning in little frenzied circles, completely overcome with excitement. After repeatedly yelling at her to calm down, she finally took a seat on the couch, dragging you along with her. “He’s the one, I know it, I know it, I know it! You two are the actual cutest.”

“Sweetie, we’re definitely not engaged yet! What are you thinking? It hasn’t even been a month!”

“16 days,” she quoted, affecting his accent. “It didn’t even take him a second! He’s been counting every day you’ve been together, he is so in love with you! Can’t you tell that he never once took his eyes off you the whole day? His mind is constantly thinking, ‘What can I get for her? What will make her laugh? Is she okay? Is she having a good time?’ He wants to make you so happy and you guys are perfect for each other!”

You laughed, and something in your heart hoped she was right, but still… only 16 days.

Zayn:

“Why would you ever think that is okay? You can’t just forget to tell me you’re going to be gone for three days!”

Zayn tried to apologize to you. “Babe, I’m sorry, but it’s not that big of a deal, really-”

“Yeah, it is. You can’t just say that and think your opinion makes me suddenly feel all better! If we’re going to get married, you have to act like I exist! I need to where you are!”

He watched your face get a darker shade of red and the tears start to swell before capturing you tightly in his arms. “Hey. Hey, I’m sorry. I love you a lot, I just forget stuff in the craziness of everything. I am so glad we are going to be really living life together, and I’m sorry for the mistakes I’m making and the mistakes I will make. I just want to protect you and make you happy, love.”

You sniffled against his sweater, trying to stop yourself from crying anymore. You could tell your makeup was smeared enough already. “Okay. I know. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay, darling. Maybe you want to come with me this weekend?”

You smiled, and though your face was buried in his chest, he could feel the tension in your body being released and he relaxed, too. “I don’t want to be here alone, Zayn.”

“I know, babe. I know.”

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