ok guess i lied to myself about not making any today

REQUESTED - Not Enough

Request:  Heeeey, I saw you had your requests open, and I also read your Familiarity fic AND GURL KILLED IT! Well, I’m shy and this is a weird request so… Yeah. Well, I was wondering, could you do a Peter Parker X Reader with angst? Like. ANGST. STUFF THAT FIC WITH PURE TEENAGE ANGST OR SOMETHING AND THEN IT ENDS WITH SOME FLUFF? Thank you! - Anon

Pairing: Peter Parker X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3,440

Warning: Cursing, Self- deprication(The one thing I’m good at), some angst, Peter being a cairing, sugary FLUFF boyfriend

(A/N): Ok, this have been on my request list from before Valentine’s day, I AM SO SORRY, PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS. I JUST HAVE THIS HUGE BLOCK WRITER AND IT’S PISSING ME OFF AAAAAAA. *inhales* Well,I’ve been wanting to write a plus size!Reader for some time, by now an I do intend on doing one, but with Bucky, so… Yeah. Hope you enjoy this and sorry for any grammar mistakes!


Originally posted by dailytomholland

“And I know that it wasn’t your fault that you had to cancel our last date, so I was thinking, would you like to pass at my place today?” When you didn’t get an answer, you mumbled, noticing that he wasn’t listening to you “Peter?”

Your heart seemed to sink in your chest when you followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at Lis. Ned frowned his brows when you stopped talking, since he was actually listening to what you were saying.

The sigh came out of you as you turned on your heels, hugging yourself when you saw he continue to walk, too focused on her to miss your heat.

“Dude!” Snapping his eyes back to an angry Ned, he looked around, finally noticing that you weren’t there anymore.

“Where is Y/N?” His best friend’s bitter chuckle made Peter frown his brows in confusion.

“She left after saying that it wasn’t your fault that you missed your last date. Oh, sorry, I mean: She left after she caught you staring that Lis and ignoring her being the best and most supportive girlfriend you’ll ever have.”

“Damn it.” Peter humbled, massaging the bridge of his nose when he got his focus back to you, hearing you sigh, and he knew that sigh. You would make it every time you were in front of the mirror, looking at your body after trying a new dress, shirt, pants, whatever clothing.

If I was skinnier.” He knew you had a problem accepting your body shape and believing that he loved it and loved you, especially after him having a “thing” with Lis, the “Hot, Amazing, Skinny, Model”, as you would refer her as.

“Seriously, Peter. You really think she doesn’t notice you twisting your neck to look at your ex? You really think that she won’t start to imagine that you’re turning her down because you’re having a thing with Lis? Do you even imagine how she must feel?”

“I don’t have a ‘thing’ with Lis! Not anymore!” Ned huffed at his answer, denying with his head and walking to his class

“Is not to me you should say that to.”

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But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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BTS Reaction To You Wanting To Break Up With Them

Namjoon: “I know I did wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking. (Y/N) please listen to me,”he begged you as he cried watching you pack up your things. “You cheated on me and then come back home telling me you love me? No Namjoon I don’t need to hear anymore of your lies. It’s over,”you said as you zipped up your suitcase. As you tried walking the door he would pull you back holding on to you as he begged you one last time to not leave.

Taehyung: “I never thought you would have cheated on me. All the ‘I love you’s’ were just a l-,”you said as you started to tear up. “(Y/N) I was drunk I didn’t. I couldn’t think straight. I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking that night,”he said hiding his face with his hands. “I don’t want to be the dumb girl taking back their cheating boyfriend. I’m done,”you said as you walked towards the door. He called and texted you how much he regrets cheating on you and begged you to talk to him.

Hoseok: “Just don’t try to make everything seem better. You cheated on me Hoseok and you expect me to hear all the lies you have to say? I saw you flirting with her and then start kissing her,”you said getting angry,”I’m not stupid I saw everything.” “Yes I was flirting with her but she was the one kissing me. I was taken a back and couldn’t pull away,”he said defending himself. “But if the roles were reversed you would have told me much horrible things. Hoseok this relationship isn’t working out. It’s best if we go our separate ways,”you said grabbing your car keys,”I’m picking up my stuff tomorrow morning.” Hoseok would tell you that he wouldn’t do it ever again because he loves you way to much and also appear at your apartment with many gifts to try and win you back.

Jin: “I never thought I would have to deal with this with you. You always showed me respect and it has never crossed my mind that you would cheat on me Seokjin,”you said as you cried,”I’m trying so hard to find a way to still stay with you but if it happened once it can happen again.” “(Y/N)-ah I won’t do it again,”he said as he reached for your hand but you pulled away shaking your head. “No. Jin it’s over,”as soon as those words came out of your mouth you started to full on cry as Jin stared at you with a miserable look on his face. “I should be the one leaving this home. I’ll go pack my things,”he said as he walked upstairs. He didn’t bother you knowing that what he did was unforgettable and he cursed himself every day for being foolish enough to cheat on you.

Jungkook: “So do feel better now that you have two girls to play with? Is she younger wait let me guess she’s older isn’t she?”you said shaking your head as you dropped the shirt with the red lipstick stain. “You overreact over a little lipstick stain if anyone should be mad it should be me because your accusing me of something that I didn’t do,”he said as he raised his voice. As you both argued the phone rang and you quickly answered it and before you could say hello a female voice answered in a seductive tone,”Jungkook I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night.” “Who is this?”you asked as you gripped on the phone. “Why do you have Jungkook’s phone?”the female asked. “I don’t know ask him yourself,”you said as you threw his phone at him. You ran upstairs as you quickly packed your stuff. You were about to head out when Jungkook blocked the exit. “Get out,”you said not staring at him. “Babe listen-,”he started but you slapped him. “I don’t want to listen to your bullshit,”you yelled as you pushed him out the way. After that he tried calling you and texting you leaving a lot of voicemails begging you to take him back again telling you that his life has been hell without you.

Yoongi: “This is the fifth time you come late and you still smell like that same women perfume. Yoongi are you cheating on me?”you asked as you stared at your hands hoping you were just delusional. “I am,”he said as he stared at your with a blank expression on his face. You nodded as you tried to hold back the tears,”Ok. I’m leaving for California soon. It’s better to end this now,”you said as you took a deep breath,”I never loved you anyways so it doesn’t matter to me.” He looked up at you with pain in his eyes,”I know that your lying.” “I don’t love you,”you lied as you stared him in the eyes hoping you wouldn’t break down,”It seems like you don’t love me either. No hard feelings.” “I cheated on you today not the other four days that I’ve been coming home late.We only kissed but it felt wrong. It didn’t go any further than that. I’m disgusted in myself and it’s,”he started but then he started to tear up taking you by surprise,”it’s so out of character of me to do things like this. And now you’re telling me that everything we’ve been through means nothing to you?” You nodded as you got up from your chair,”I’m heading home. I have a flight to catch on Monday.” He tried calling you and even went to the airport to stop you from boarding the plane. As much as you wanted to run back to him but you knew the relationship wouldn’t be the same anymore.

Jimin: “Was she good in bed?”you asked him as you gave him a cold stare. “What are you-,”he started but noticed that you had his phone. “Answer me Jimin. These texts are pretty erotic I wouldn’t be surprised if you fucked her more than once,”you said as you throw the phone across the living room. He stared at you in silence not even saying a word as you went up to him and slapped him,”I’m not a stupid fucking toy but you can play around with the rest of your bitches.” He grabbed his face as tears started to form in his eyes,”(Y/N).” But you didn’t turn back as you walked out of his apartment. He went over to your apartment multiple times but you ignored him as you cursed at yourself for loving him still even after finding out he cheated on you.


An Amazingphil Imagine
Phil discovers a new kink of his and wants to try it out. 1st person POV

*warnings*- smut, talk of birth control, impregnation kink, and impure Phil thoughts.

This is my first smut fic so please feel free to tell me that if I should continue writing it or not.    Word count: 3,162

Phil’s POV 

We never really have talked seriously about having kids before, only ever jokingly like what we would name our kid if we had one such as naming the baby Thor, Susan, or Pikachu. Then Y/N and I would laugh it off and never give it another thought.

That was until I saw Y/N holding her cousin’s new baby and how gentle and caring she seemed to hold her little nephew with such ease and how the baby had (y/c/e) just like hers and it really got me thinking about what our baby would look like.  

It started off simply with me just going to those websites where you can mash your picture with another person’s and seeing it that way and then going deeper into the search of pregnancy as a whole and being amazed and grossed out at the same time.

It really got me thinking about my life I mean I was thirty years old now and not getting any younger. Most of my old school mates and friends were married by now and some have even had kids or trying to have kids now.

Having a kid with Y/N would be great just having to imagine her all big and swollen with my kid and plus having to make the baby is the best part of it all. That’s when I noticed I started to get hard from thinking about knocking up my girlfriend.

The more and more I think about Y/N carrying my child, I can just close my eyes and imagine it now with her breasts getting bigger and me sucking the milk out of them.  Grabbing and squeezing my cock through my jeans and wanting to cum soo badly.

No. Phil stop.

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New Beginnings - Part 2 (Bucky x Reader)

single dad bucky x single mom reader

word count: 1.8k

Part 1


You looked down at your watch, relieved that just like your son you were going to make it to work on time. Bucky really relieved your worries when he offered to drive you to work, him saying that it was better since he wanted to get to know the mother of his daughter’s best friend. As you were telling him the directions, you were surprised he would turn in the right direction before you even go the chance to finish your directions.  

“You know Brooke mentions that she wants to invite Isaac over,” eyes fixed on the road, “and was wondering if you don’t mind setting something up, Brooke would be ecstatic,” his smile growing just thinking about how happy his little girl will be.

“Yea I don’t see why not, Isaac practically jumps at any chance to play,” agreeing with him, already knowing how he’s going to be jumping with joy when you would mention it.

“Great hopefully we can get a date sorted soon,” Bucky quickly glanced over at you with a smile.

Your face slightly warmed up, since his words for some reason being misinterpreted in that your children’s playdate would be a single date with him. Reminding you that you it has been a long time since you have even been on a date, because your free time was usually devoted to your son.

Not sure what to say, you just focused back on the road, noticing that you were almost at your workplace, “uh, you’re going to make a left at that stop sign,” pointing at said stop sign.

You hummed to the beat of the music, Bucky smiling to himself as you were so comfortable around him. You were ready for him to turn left; however he quickly turned right, already parking his car, not expecting that at all. .

“Uhh, I know that this sounds weird, but left is the other way,” pointing to the side of the street you should have been on, “but if you want to drop me off here its ok, thank you so much for the ride,” already getting ready to hop out of his car, and hoping that maybe what you said came off as a bit rude.  

“I know, it’s just I need to park, before my spot gets taken, I’ll walk you to your work though,” he said as he turned off the car and reaching into the backseat to pull out a blue sleeved shirt to go over his black tee.

You eyed him curiously not understanding what he meant, but none the less he was doing you the huge favor for even giving you a ride to begin with. He quickly downed on his blue work shirt, his name ‘James’ embroidered on the side, as he told you to stay put. You gathered your things, as Bucky opened your door, bright smile on his face.

“Thanks, Bucky, I would have still been on the bus if it wasn’t for you,” you admitted as you brushed your hair out of your face, feeling so small as he almost towered over you.

“I don’t mind driving you, I mean we work near each other to begin with,” he said with a smile.

“We do?” you questioned.

“Yea, you see that garage shop over there,” he said pointing to a car repair shop just down the block.

You nodded as you both started walking heading to the cross light.

“I work there,” he continued as he pushed the button for you both to cross, “that’s why I didn’t mind taking you, now let’s get you to work before your late,” he said as he gestured you to walk as walking man sign turned on.

“You don’t have to Bucky, I mean I don’t want to make you late either, you’ve already been a big help,” not wanting to take too much of his time, always in your nature to put others ahead of yourself.

Bucky chuckled, “I own the place, and no one can get mad at me, besides it’s just me working in the morning today. And I’m pretty sure no one is going to be there right at the start of the day, I can afford to be a few minutes late,” his hand landing on your back to tell you that you weren’t going to talk him out of dropping you off at work, “unless you don’t want me too, I’ll understand if you do.”

“No, that’s not it!” taking a step forward, giving into him and really hoping you weren’t coming off as rude, “it’s really cool that you own your own shop.”

“Yea, it was hard to start, but it’s doing well so far, get a good flow of customers. Plus its nice not having anyone breathing down your back, I’m my own boss,” his voice really showcasing how proud he was of his shop, “may not be a doctor or lawyer, but pays the bills. Don’t hesitate to come on by if you ever have car troubles, I’ll make sure to give you a family discount,” smiling over at you, making you really admire how handsome he really was.  

“Is this some sort of sales pitch?” you teased, “because hate to break it to you, but I already sent my car to repair to another repair shop,” you finished.

“Just saying,” his shoulders scrunching up, “you should best mechanic in this part of town,” he said with confidence.

“Says who?” smirk on your face, and slowing down your pace, not wanting to stop talking to him at all and judging by how he matched your pace…neither did he.

“Says myself,” his tone just as playful as yours, “but seriously though stop by sometime, don’t be afraid to ask for help or a repair,” being very sincere to you.

“Yea, I’ll keep that in mind if anything happens, but I hope it doesn’t don’t think my wallet would afford constant car troubles,” you laughed.

“Guess not,” laughing along with you. You stopped in front of your job, Bucky stopping as well, looking up at the name of your shop, “figured you work in a bookstore,” smile growing on his face as his blue gaze met your eyes, somewhat entrancing you, trying to keep yourself from getting lost in them.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” placing your hands on your sides, your eyebrows furrowing wondering if he was trying compliment your or insult you.

“it’s nothing bad, just…,” trying to find the best way to correct his wrong, his mouth opening and closing unsure of what to say. He was worried that if he did say what he planned to, it may upset you, “nothing never mind,” his hand scratching the back of his head, his cheeks gaining a pink color.

“Ok,” forgetting about what just happened, mainly because you were too bust enjoying the view of this big strong man being so bashful over a simple question.

You looked at the watering can by the door, sign that your coworkers already assigned you to water the flowers outside the shop, but then again you were the one that suggested it and even picked out your favorite flowers to plant. You picked up the can, sighing as you realized that it was empty, thinking that the least they could do was at least fill it up to save you the time.  

“Watering duty?” pointing at the can.

“Yep, but I don’t mind, I mean I sort of was the one that nursed all these flowers to begin with,” pointing at the flowers that lined the store.

“Really?” his blue eyes slightly widening, “I can barely keep a plant alive for more than a week, what kind of flowers are they?”

“the white ones on the bush are gardenias, the red and magenta flowers are peonies,” pointing out which ones they were, glad that they were in full bloom, so he could really appreciate them, the morning air slightly tinted with the scent of the gardenias, “they’re my favorite flowers,” you quietly said but by the way Bucky lifted his eyebrows, you blushed knowing that he heard it.

“They’re really pretty,” he said softly, as his left hand reached out to touch the soft velvet petals of the gardenia. He was careful, treating them as if any sudden or wrong movement would cause all the petals to fall off. However this this allowed you a good opportunity to see the beautiful tattoos that were inked across his skin, hints of gears, stars, trees, and more scattered across his arms, all coming together to form an intricate monochrome piece.

Bucky’s arms were beautiful, firm muscles all across his arms and basically his whole body, giving away how fit he was. His muscles were so prominent throughout his body, it wasn’t that you were interested in him, but you couldn’t help but stare at an attractive man, especially when his tattoos basically screamed to be looked and appreciated. You trailed up his arm, seeing how each one was so unique, reaching to the hem of his sleeve, wondering what more lied underneath. But before you could let your imagination begin to wonder, your eyes met with his crystal blue ones with a smirk very present on his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” your face starting to heat up, “I mean, I know I did, but,” groaning because you were just making things worse.

He chuckled, making your face heat up even more in embarrassment, “its fine, I mean I guess my tattoos are just as much for my eyes as for anyone else’s,” looking down at his tattooed arm.

“They’re beautiful though,” not even caring that your cheeks were on fire.

“Thanks,” his smile ever present with the pink tint still on his cheeks, “so I was asking if you want I could give you a ride to pick up our kids,” he asked his voice losing that playful tone replaced with a soft tone.

“Sure, do I meet you here or at your shop?”

“I’ll swing by and pick you up, now hate to cut our conversation, but I think it’s time for you to go, before you’re actually late,” the bright smile back, his head gesturing to the door.

You looked down at your watch and he was right, you had to go inside and clock in. You thanked him and dashed inside, already feeling the curious stares of your coworkers, knowing that they were going to ask who you were speaking to…but you didn’t stop at all. As you were clocking in you couldn’t shake the heat off your cheeks, feeling that it skyrocket, when he said ‘our kids’. You brought your hands up to your face, letting out a sigh, you were an adult and yet here you were swooning over Bucky like a schoolgirl. You shook your head, wanting to forget those feeling, labeling them as a sign that you needed to go back on the dating scene soon…and preferably not with him.


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“Reading lines” [ Tom Hiddleston One shot ]

Summary:  This is it. The day i had been dreading the most had finally arrived. Today I was shooting a love scene…with Thomas Hiddleston.

By: A.Wölf.


This is it. The day i had been dreading the most had finally arrived.

I was never nervous on movie sets, besides this was my fourth movie but today I just couldn’t keep it together. Today I was shooting a love scene…with Thomas Hiddleston.

I’m about 80% sure that the reason of this behavior is just that I am starstruck. I really admire him and I never thought I’d have the chance to work with him yet here I am. When my agent sent me the script there was no love scene. However, things changed along the way and the director decided to include it.

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Its Not What It Looks Like !

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader 

Requested by @iheartfood123 

 Word Count: 1,608

 Summary: After a long night of storming and nothing to do, Daryl finds out has Y/n and Carl decided to pass the time..  

Warnings: slight/implied nsfw, cursing 

 Author’s Note: Happy Holidays everyone !! I hope you all are enjoying yourselves over the break :-) sorry that this fic was so late ! I’ve been very busy with Christmas stuff lately (YIKES lol). Either way, I hope you all enjoy ! Starting in January hopefully, I will be starting a new Carl Grimes x Reader series that I think you all will enjoy ! (Depending on the feedback, I’ll determine how often I post chapters.) Until then, happy holidays and enjoy !!! (I again apologize about any spelling errors, as usual)


There was currently a storm passing through Alexandria, knocking out whatever power was left here. Carol was watching Judith at her place, at the moment, while Rick and Michonne went to help discuss and fix the problems with others. Carl and I were left alone in the house, bored out of our minds. 

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Every Little Thing part 13

Summary: Reader returns to set for her first official day of filming.

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Gen, Cali

Word Count: 1,500 ish

Warnings: Language, little fluff, show angst, depression (maybe?) and hints towards smut.

A/N:I think the timeline is a little off but just bear with me, it worked for the story better like this. I really enjoyed the story in a story for this part. If it is Bold & Italics that is the scenes of the show. As always this is no disrespect towards Daneel and Jensen or their beautiful family!! This is just a story and does not in anyway reflect how I feel about Daneel, she is queen and I love her and Jensen together!  Please constructive feedback as always!  If you would like to be tagged let me know!



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anonymous asked:

Hi can u recommend me some lesbian films or like any one with lesbians in it. Ive watched like 4 today including imagine me & you which im inlove with also watched lost and delirious which was not into :/ I really prefer happier ones can u help im looking everywhere. Btw if this seems like a strange request sorry ive recently come out to myself and i like these kinda movies and its good to watch them without feeling guilty or questing why i like them so much

i feel you, i’m wishing u the best as you get comfortable! Tbh this is a Real Problem, it doesn’t help that there aren’t many films with lesbians that don’t end in angst or involve Disapproval or affairs or dark forbidden things and leave you feeling kind of miserable? Like?!??! in my Gay opinion, in addition to happy lesbian films, there should be blockbuster fantasy/ scifi /action etc films that just happen to hav lesbians, and i want the lesbians to b treated as casually as straight people in the same sort of films w/o anyone making a giant deal out of it being a Lesbian™ film… im… it needs 2 not be so rare so lovely ppl like u won’t feel guilty about it!

Anyway, with the exception of a few, some of these aren’t great great… but I hope at least like some end up being worth it, bc like at least these don’t have miserable endings,,

  • Masterlist Recs: *use this one* / 1 / 2 / 3 (these aren’t necessarily all happy ending films though… i want to warn you though, that blue is the warmest color is on some of these lists and i personally do not recommend it idk.)
  • Carol (2015): I’m sure you’ve seen/know about this by now and obviously it’s excellent and beautiful and has Cate Blanchett and is the standard to which all other films with lesbians should aspire to in my opinion, maybe all films with lesbians should feature Cate Blanchett, i wish e v e r y lesbian film was this high quality and dreamy but they aren’t
  • But I’m a Cheerleader (1999): comedy with a popular cheerleader who’s parents decide she’s gay and LITERALLY send her to a ‘recovery’ camp, like! so it backfires and she falls in love with this girl and there’s lots of pastel colors and 90′s music and softness and the cheerleader’s played by nicky from oitnb which makes it funnier im,
  • I Can’t Think Straight (2008): elegant, involves a lady that’s about to get Married to this guy but then she meets a woman that she falls in love with, it has Lisa Ray and Sheetal Sheth and they have onscreen chemistry and passion mostly
  • Kyss Mig (2011): Swedish film similar to Imagine Me and You, since you said you liked that one, this film is /ok/ and well written but it’s just… also, like, awkward-ish in my opinion but
  • My Summer of Love (2004): OK so i lied this doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending and it actually has triggering subject matter (also reviewers will pass it off as a Gals Being Pals film which….. is vaguely annoying) but i just stuck this in here bc i guess it’s kinda good and has emily blunt and you might want to check it out later or whatever
  • Viola di Mare (2009): film set in rural 1800s Italy about two women that fall in love, based on a true story, sometimes the soundtrack is rlly annoying, not really a happy ending idk
  • Desert Hearts (1985): this lady is stressed out from her divorce and moves to nevada in the late 50s, or whatever, but then she meets this lady who works at a casino and, yeah
  • D.E.B.S. (2005): a girl who was admitted to this elite secret spy academy falls for the Attractive villain… cute, ridiculous lots of guns and actions and plaid skirts, it has bad reviews but like… c'mon… it’s one of those sleepover type films… it’s not meant to be Deep…
  • Show Me Love (1998): i watched this forever ago it’s Swedish lesbians-discovering-themselves film abt a girl falling for the ‘popular girl’ and it has grainy cinematography. decent with a decent ending. (trigger warnings: homophobia, abelism) the soundtrack gets annoying
  • The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love: I saw this awhile ago but I recall it being mediocre but relaxed it takes place in the 60’s/70’s and involves an interracial relationship between high school girls so it’s kind of a bb lesbians discovering themselves film
Break - Erik Durm

“We should take a break,” Erik announced, breaking the tense silence. I turned from where I was leaning against the doorway and faced him.

“What, like see other people?” I asked, sniffling.

“I-I don’t really know. I guess. But I just think that maybe it’d be a good idea if we didn’t see each other for a while,” he suggested. I nodded slowly, hurt but realizing he was probably right.

“Ok,” I began, wiping my face and brushing my hair behind my ears. “I’ll go to Kat’s place and—“

“No,” Erik interrupted. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s 2 AM and besides, this was always more your home than it was mine. I’ll just get a hotel, I’m used to them,” he insisted.

“It’s not that it was more my home, it’s just that you were never home,” I countered.

“It’s my job, Y/N,” he explained helplessly, “I can’t—“

“I know,” I stopped him, “I didn’t mean to start again. Sorry.” He nodded quickly before grabbing a few things from the bedroom.

“Uhm, I’ll pick up some more stuff when you’re at work,” he said while we stood awkwardly at the front door.

“Ok, I guess this is good-bye then?” I said uncertainly.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said before walking out and shutting the door behind him. The second he was gone I collapsed into a fit of tears. The man I once thought would one day become my husband just walked out of my life.


The passing days did not come any easier. I called in sick, which wasn’t even a lie because I was in fact sick with guilt, with sadness. It took all my effort not to pick up the phone, call him, and beg him to come home. But he wanted this. He wanted to leave and I loved him too much to force him to stay here if he wasn’t happy.

Noon on Saturday, I decided to watch one last game of his before getting back to my life and trying to move on. He came out of the tunnel looking serious, almost angry, but I figured he was just focused. Erik played as skilfully as ever, expertly handing the ball whenever it came to his feet.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought he might have been playing a little more aggressively than he usually did. However, my inklings were confirmed when in a matter of seconds, he forcefully collided with another player and among the booing of the crowd, a red card was whipped out and Erik was forced to walk off the field. It was rare for him to even get a yellow; this was unprecedented. In the back of my mind, I thought, maybe he wasn’t focused. Maybe he misses me too. But I quickly suffocated the idea and rationed that he was just giving more than his all today. The game finished with a loss for his team and I flipped off the TV.

With a deep breath, I finally rose from the couch and headed for a shower. But when I finished and returned to the living room, there was someone sitting on the couch.

“Oh my God,” I gasped with a fright.

“Shit,” Erik said, “I’m sorry, I thought you were at work. I came by to pick up some things, but I’ll come back later if—“

“No, it’s fine. Uhm, I called in sick today and you’re already here, so, have at it,” I insisted, feeling very grateful that I had the sense to get dressed in the bathroom before walking out.

“Sick, are you ok?” he asked somewhat hesitantly.

“Yeah, I just needed a day off, that’s all,” I lied, walking away from him and into the kitchen, but he was following me.

“I could have used a day off today,” he laughed airily.

“You talking about that red card?” I questioned, focused on making myself a cup of tea.

“You watched?”

I shrugged and turned to face him. “Old habits die hard, I guess. So what happened?”

He exhaled heavily and slumped his shoulders. “I don’t know. Just needed someone to take my anger out on.”

I stopped stirring and placed my hands on the counter. “Are you…angry at me?”

He shook his head slowly and looked down at his hands. “At myself.”

“For?” I asked, walking around the kitchen island to where he was sitting.

He looked up at me suddenly and bore into my eyes. “For walking out on you.”

My mouth popped open slightly and I was eager for him to explain.

“I don’t know why I thought leaving you would do me any good. I’ve been a mess, Y/N. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I can’t even breathe knowing that you’re not right here with me. If it’s too late, I understand. If you want to move on, if this break has been good for you, then I’m glad. But if there’s still even a chance that you love me, I’m begging you to give me another chance,” he pleaded.

I stood silently, trying to keep reign on the tears forming in my eyes. He reached out his hand and I took it.

“Erik, I haven’t been to work in a week. I sit by the phone wearing your jersey every night. I wanted to call you and tell you to come home so badly,” I whimpered.

“Why didn’t you?” he whispered, pulling me into him.

“I thought you wanted to leave,” I shrugged, my voice cracking.

“No. No, I never wanted to leave. I just thought that it would maybe help, but clearly I was wrong. Can I come back home, please?”

“Only if you promise never to leave again.”

Jin scenario where you confess to him, but you're blushing and stuttering a lot. ^^ ~Anon

**Sorry this took so long… I’m finally catching up with these old requests so whoever you are I hope you stuck with me this long and I hope you like it <3


“Yeoboseyo?” Jin answered quickly, seemingly a little busy at the moment. 

“Oh, sorry. If you’re busy I can call later..” You told him, getting timid when you thought about what you wanted to tell him. It’s not like you weren’t used to talked to him on the phone or hanging out with him but in this case, things were very different.

“No, it’s okay.” He assured and the noise behind him got quieter so you knew he’d stepped out of the room. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Well you know I have a schedule today, right?” He sighed and your heart sank slightly at him scolding you when all you wanted was to tell him you loved him. The words would have to stay stuck in the back of your mind for a little while longer until you could see him in person again. “_______-ah?”

You realized you hadn’t answered him in a few moments while you were thinking. “Oh, sorry.. I’ll let you go then.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked again suspiciously. “You sound weird.”

“I’m fine, oppa.” You lied and laughed slightly. “Just tired I guess..”

“Well go take a nap.” He laughed. “I’ll call you when I’m done here, ok?”

“Sure.” You nodded and he hung up in a rush but that was nothing new. “I love you..”


“Hey, sorry I’m late.” He rushed into the little coffee house outside of the city where you’d been saving a table for over an hour. “We were a little late ending practice today and you know how bad I need help in that area.”

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You were walking out of work at the diner when you saw your boyfriend, Bucky. It made you happy that he decided to come pick you up, but you wondered why he was waiting for you on the other side of the road. Shaking away your thoughts, you began to cross the street to greet him. When you made it to the other side you saw another woman embrace him in a kiss. Stopping before you got any closer, your heart sank. Not again… You turned around and made your way home.


Stirring the pot of soup and thinking deep about what happened, you hadn’t notice Bucky walk in. He came up right behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, knocking you back to reality.

“Mmm– smells good, beautiful.” He spoke leaning down to kiss your cheek. It took everything you had not to turn around and slap him.

“Yea, it does.” You replied coldly keeping your eyes forward. “So what’d ya do today?”

“Oh—I saw Steve, visited my aunt and hung around the house.” He replied sitting down at the table.

“So you weren’t smooching that girl across the diner?” It hurt you to confront him, but enough was enough. He had hurt you too many times; way past the point of forgiveness.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He froze what he was doing to look at you. Turning around to face him your eyes had filled with tears.

“Enough with the lies, James. I have given you everything; a roof above your head, warm meals, myself and all I get is you hopping around town looking for a girl who will give you excitement for what, a few minutes. You know—some people don’t have anything and could only wish they were as lucky as you. I’m done with whatever this is we have going. I am not here for you to use.” You held your head high even though the tears had stained your cheek. Bucky sat in shock unable to process the fact you had caught him.

“Please… Y/N please…” He pleaded sniffling.

“No more James.” It went quiet. Little did you expect him to shoot up from his seat; face red and eyes still threating to release tears.

“I don’t need you—I never needed you! I can do well all by myself. And so what I have been around a few girls, I’m leaving with the army in 4 weeks—cut me some slack! You knew how much the ladies liked me before you got into this relationship. You knew exactly what you were getting into!” He stood away from you shoulders raising and lowering. Even when he tried to be mean, his face was everything but. He couldn’t look at you, his nose flared as he tried to hold back tears.

“I care for you Bucky, but I want to find someone who will treat me with the respect and love I deserve. You have no idea what a fool you are making me out to be. Everyone knows I’m your girl and I could only imagine what people think of me when they see you doing what you do. Again, I’m done.” You grabbed your bag off the counter and walked over to him. Placing your hands on his cheeks you looked him in the eyes.

“You can find someone who will make you happy Bucky. I guess I just wasn’t the one.” You gave him one last kiss before you left. “I’ll let you live here till it’s time for you to depart. Goodbye, James.” You drove away leaving him there with his thoughts. He fell to the ground when he realized he had lost one of the most important people in his life.

** 4 weeks later**

“Come on Steve, let’s go— live a little would ya!”

”I—I don’t know Bucky. Dancing and ladies are more of your thing.”

“No, Steve—come on! It’s my last day; make your poor old friend happy. Huh?!”

“Alright fine,” Steve laughed, “Hey, isn’t that Y/N over there?”

“What? Where?” Bucky asked as he put his hands in his pocket and looked down.

“Right there… Hey Y/N!” Steve waved his hands in the air to get your attention. You looked over to him and strolled over to where he was at.

“No—Steve!” Bucky eyed his friend.

“Hey guys how’s it going?” You took a quick glance at your ex-boyfriend, but kept your attention on Steve.

“It’s going, Bucky here is leaving today.” Steve answered.

“I know, but what about you? You leave today also?” You gave him a smile knowing how hard he’s been trying.

“I wish, but hey there’s always next time right?!” He grinned back at you.

“Right!” You laughed. Just then the guy you were on a date with walked up to you.

“Hey Y/N, I got the tickets. You ready?”

“Ohh—Uhh yea. See you around Steve. Good luck James.” You nodded and he smiled faintly back. You walked away leaving Bucky once again with his thoughts.

“Hey Steve.” Bucky asked watching you as you left.


“Keep an eye on her ok?… When and if I come back, I want to make things right.” He turned to face his friend.

“Sure thing, Buck.” Steve smiled patting his friend on the shoulder.

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Prompt: Owen hurts Amelia's wrist during a PTSD episode. She tried to hide it at work but callie notices

Edit: I am reposting this in conjunction with @omeliaweek day 6- PTSD/relapse

Owen’s previous PTSD episode can be read here

It was pitch dark in the middle of the night in the trailer. All that could be heard were the noises of the crickets outside.

Back in the trailer, both occupants were fast asleep on the bed, huddled up together, embraced in each other’s warmth after an entire night of hot, explosive sex.

 The silence was interrupted by sudden screaming.

 ‘ Megan, Megan!! Don’t go- come back!!’

 Owen’s hands were trashing around wildly as he continued yelling out his sister’s name.

 This commotion woke up Amelia too as she stirred from her sleep and turned to her side to see Owen’s hands trashing the bedsheets. This wasn’t the first time she had encountered Owen having a PTSD episode - this wasn’t something new to her. He had a PTSD episode last year and nearly strangled her in her sleep. Fortunately, she forgave him and together they went for counselling and saw a psychiatrist. This seemed to have helped somewhat as his PTSD episodes ceased- until now. 

 ‘ Owen’ Amelia whispered, still groggy from sleep. 

 ‘ Owen’ she called his name louder this time when she got no response.

 The trashing and yelling continued.

 ‘ Owen’ this time she shook him hard on the shoulders to wake him up. ‘ Wake up! You’re having a nightmare Owen- wake up please!’

 Suddenly Owen grabbed hold of Amelia’s left wrist and gripped it hard. 

 ‘ Owen- WAKE UP!’ Amelia cried out in pain as her left wrist was being twisted to an abnormal angle as she tried to let go of Owen’s strong grip, hitting his arm with her free hand in vain.

 Unfortunately, he was too strong for her, and she could her a crack sound of her wrist, followed by a sensation of sharp pain radiating from her wrist to the arm.

  ‘ OUCH!’ she cried out in pain.

 Her loud exclamation finally jolted Owen awake, as he came to his senses and released her wrist. 

 And gasped in shock and horror at the sight of Amelia sitting at the other end of the bed, supporting her left wrist and wincing in pain.

 ‘ Mia’ he called softly 

 Her back was turned to him and she either didn’t hear him or pretended not to.

 His heart sank to the depths of his heart. He didn’t need to ask any further questions- he didn’t need any confirmation- it was obvious what had happened. He had hurt her in the midst of a PTSD episode- yet again. At this very moment, he felt like beating himself up into a pulp.

 ‘ Mia - come here’ Owen called out, beckoning to her. ‘ Let me see your wrist’

 ‘ No!’ Amelia cried out suddenly, standing up from the bed, still clutching her left wrist.‘ I….I’ve gotta go to work now, I’m running late for rounds.’

 He knew it was a blatant lie- as he could memorize her schedule. He knew that she wasn’t supposed to clock into work until 9 am today, and it was only almost 7 am.

 Owen watched helpless from the bed as Amelia hurriedly grabbed a set of her working clothes and working bag, and headed out of the trailer without so much as a glance back at him.

 As soon as the door of the trailer closed behind her, Owen pounded his fists on the bed repeatedly until his fists hurt. Then he buried his head in his hands, remaining in that position for a whole hour.


 ‘ Hey Amelia’ Callie walked up towards Amelia who was sitting behind the nurses counter in the ER, sipping on a cup of coffee and going through her patient’s electronic charts before rounds. There were no cases for her to review yet in the ER. ‘ You’re early today. It’s only 8.’

 ‘ Yea, I woke up early today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to make full use of my extra time to go through my patient’s charts before rounds.’ Amelia replied, shrugging.

 Callie didn’t buy the lie. Amelia was always exactly on time to work but never this early. 

 She stared at Amelia’s face again, trying to coax the truth out of her.

 ‘ Did you and Owen quarrel?’ Callie guessed. 

 ‘ No’ Amelia replied curtly, taking another sip of her coffee with her right hand and trying to tap on the electronic chart with her left hand.

 It was then that Callie noticed the abnormality in Amelia’s left wrist. It was obviously swollen and deformed.

 ‘ Did you hurt your left wrist?’ Callie asked concerned.

 ‘ What? no….I just twisted it a bit while getting out of bed.’ Amelia shrugged.

‘ It’s swollen , like really swollen Amelia- let me see.’ 

 ‘ I said I’m fin…..ouch!’ Amelia winced as she accidentally knocked the swollen wrist on the edge of the table.

 ‘ I can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with your wrist Amelia.’ said Callie calmly. ‘ Just let me have a look at it please? It might be broken or dislocated. What happened exactly?’

 ‘ I tripped and fell down this morning.’ Amelia lied.

 ‘Does it hurt?’ Callie asked as she pressed on Amelia’s left wrist. Amelia wincing in pain answered the question for her.

 ‘ Can you move your wrist?’ Callie asked.

 The range of movement of Amelia’s left wrist was limited.

 ‘ Well, it looks like we need an Xray done.’ Callie announced.

 Amelia groaned internally. She hated Xrays. Xrays always meant bad news.

 ‘ Wait, are you pregnant?’ Callie asked suddenly.

 ‘ What? No..no….I’m certainly not. I just had my period last week and I’m on the pill.’ Amelia replied hastily.  ‘ Let’s just get this xray over and done with then.’


 ‘ Well, it looks like you have a left wrist dislocation.’ said Callie as she studied Amelia’s xray. ‘ You know what that means right? Reduction and immobilization with a cast.’

 Amelia groaned loudly. 

 ‘ I’ll prepare some sedation for you before we do the reduction ok? I’ll call Wilson to come and assist me.  Callie patted Amelia’s arm comfortingly.

 Soon, Amelia was crying out in pain as her left wrist was being reduced by Callie and Jo. Damn Owen and his PTSD episodes!

 As Callie was preparing to apply the cast on Amelia’s left arm, the door to ER room 3 opened and in popped Owen’s head. Speak of the devil.

 ‘ Mia- you’re here!’ he cried.  ‘ I’ve been looking everywhere for you.’

 Amelia turned her head away from him in response.

 This did not go unnoticed by both Callie and Jo.

 ‘ Is there anything going on between you two?’ Callie asked cautiously as she started preparing the plaster for the cast.

 ‘ No….no……it’s just that…I accidentally hurt her this morning.’ Owen muttered his confession.  ‘ I had a nightmare…PTSD….I didn’t mean to hurt her.’

 Callie looked back and forth between Owen and Amelia. Owen looked flustered and truly apologetic. Amelia looked aloof and distant, still avoiding looking at Owen.

 She sighed internally. She was really rooting for this couple. She wondered if there was any couple in this hospital who would ever get their happily ever after.

 Suddenly Callie’s pager beeped. It was a 911 page from April. 

 ‘ I’ve gotta go now. Wilson, come with me. Hunt, can you finish the cast for me? It’s a left wrist dislocation.’ Callie winked at him as she walked out of the ER room with Jo, leaving both Owen and Amelia alone together in the room.

 The tension in the room was strong as they both remained silent for a few moments, daring the other to speak first.

 Finally Owen broke the silence.

 ‘Look Mia, I’m so so sorry. I had a nightmare like night about Megan. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings then. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

 Amelia finally turned to look at him, her blue eyes filled with hurt and anger.

 ‘ This isn’t the first time this happened, Owen.’ she pointed out.

 ‘ I tried to wake you up so many times, but you just grabbed my wrist so hard and wouldn’t let go! You’ve got an iron grip by the way, I’ve to give you that.’ she said curtly.

 ‘ I’m so sorry. I really didn’t know it is this serious. I would never harm you on purpose Mia. I love you so much, please.’ Owen begged as he looked into her eyes.

 Amelia seemed to be contemplating what to say next as she looked up at the ceiling. But Owen could see her eyes softening.

 ‘ Ha, I know what you can do to make this up to me.’ she said suddenly, placing her right middle finger below her chin. ‘ Make me a very nice and special cast. I want a superhero cast.’

 Owen chuckled.  His Amelia was back , and for that he was grateful.

 ‘ We don’t have a superhero cast, Amelia, you know that.’

 Amelia pouted.  ‘ Well then, make me a perfect cast! One that is aesthetically pleasing and also able to function well as a cast.’

 ‘ Will do’. Owen answered.

 ‘ So you dreamt about your sister again last night?’ Amelia asked as Owen started applying the cast on her arm.

 ‘ Yes, I miss Megan everyday.’ said Owen sadly.  ‘ I thought I would be able to get over it after the sessions with the psychiatrist, but I am dreaming about her.’

 ‘ I still dream about Derek too sometimes.’ Amelia said softly. ‘ I dream about the good times we had together as kids. But sometimes I dream of the day we both saw our father being shot. And I end up screaming myself awake too.. I miss him too. PTSD needs to be taken seriously.’

 ‘ I need to book an appointment to see the psychiatrist tomorrow.’ Owen pointed out as he gently molded the cast. It seemed to be shaping well around Amelia’s arm.

 ‘ Yes you should.’ Amelia nodded seriously in agreement. ‘ And you also have to do all the chores in the trailer for the next few weeks as I cannot function properly with only one functional arm.’ 

 ‘ Yes ma’am’ Owen nodded seriously in reply. He would do anything for Amelia to make her happy again. he would never ever hurt her intentionally.

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Cameron Dallas (Imagine)

Request: Can you do an imagine where Y/N & Cameron have a 3 year old son named Ryland and Y/N is like 5 months pregnant with their 2nd child Dashiel but one night Cam comes home kind of drunk and Y/N and him start to fight and Cam slightly pushes her so she makes him leave and then the next morning Nash finds out and him and Cameron get in a fight?
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• Y/N POV•
Today i was at the doctor with Cameron checking which gender is our 2nd baby, we yelp in amusement when we found out are next child is going to a boy. “Congratulations, any cool name for the baby boy” the doctor said. “We was thinking about Dashiel” Cameron stated. the doctor nodded giving us our printed ultrasound pictures of our baby. I can’t wait to get to home tell Ryland.Mom and Dad about our baby boy.

“I can’t wait for this baby to be born” Cameron said pecking my cheeks, I blushed looking away, staring at the window, I couldn’t believe we going to have a baby boy.

“Mom, Dad ,Ryland guess what?” I said grabbing everyone attention. “Please don’t tell me is two” Dad said standing from the sofa. “No it’s one but it a boy” I said making everyone jump out the couch dancing like little kids. “Ryland you’re going to have baby brother” I said carefully kneeling down to Ryland height, he smiled hugging before looking at my belly and said “when you’re born I’m doing you the RKO”, I gasped.
“Hey don’t ever say that” Mom exclaimed.
“I guess he’s watching to much WWE” Cameron Chuckled, I nodded walking to bathroom to take a quick bath. “Baby we are leaving ok I put Ryland to bed” Mom said from outside the door.
“Bye mom and thanks for taking care of Ryland” I yelled, quickly looking at the clock that I been almost 2hours in the shower . I wrapped the large towel around chest walking to room putting on my undergarments and a pajama. I proceed downstairs to watch tv but first I was craving some chocolate pretzel that brought earlier. I turned on the tv watching KUWTK, a few hours I look at the time it was 3:00am but Cameron hasn’t come from The Jacks I started to worried but I know nothing will happen to him because he is bless af.
soon the door knob was jiggling before the door was open revealing Cameron but Drunk Cameron, I furiously stand from the couch folding arms looking at Cameron proceeding to the living room. “Serious what the fuck, Cameron you told you will stop drinking” I snapped, “I’m sorry baby, but did you know you look so hot” he slurred walking towards me hugging me, I wiggle out of his grip looking at him in disgust. “Stop how could you, you promised me” I beastly said. He frown his eyebrows together before angrily said “just shut the fuck up, you’re so fucking annoying” pushing me out the way I grip the coffee table trying to fall on the floor, Cameron eyes winded in horror. “Babe I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to do that” he said getting upset. “Get the fuck out” I angrily said, I can’t fucking believe he did that, I could almost lost my baby, no our baby. “Baby I’m-” I cut him, “JUST FUCKING LEAVE” I said. He look at me one last time before walking to the door going I don’t know somewhere. “Mom what happen” Ryland said rubbing his eyes.
“Nothing, let go to sleep” i said holding Ryland hands walking to my room. “Goodnight mommy” he tiredly said. “Goodnight” i replied, falling asleep.

•Cameron POV•

what the fuck happened to me, I just push my wife,she was almost going to fall, she could’ve lost our baby Dashiel. It was 4:30 I was sitting at the park in the middle of the night where I could be fucking murdered. I walk back to Nash house who was a few blocks away.

“Hey can I sleep here till tomorrow” I said.
“Don’t you have a house” Nash asked.
“I lost my keys so I don’t want to wake nobody up to open the door” I lied, “but you woke me up” he chuckled. “Goddamit, stop with this joke I’m tired” I said throwing myself on the couch falling asleep.

“Dude what the fuck is wrong with you” Nash yelled, I jump being spooked out by Nash yellings, “What did I did?” I yawn, stretching my arms, “you almost was going to kill your baby” Nash boasted. “Cameron you better go to your house and apologize to your wife or I’m going to fucking punch you” Nash threatened. I took my shoes running to my house, banging on the door revealing the love of my life Y/N Y/L/N.
“Babe I’m so sorry, you know I wouldn’t never do that to you baby girl, it was just the liquor, I love you so much. I would never kill our baby Dashiel I have family I can’t do that to you” I rambled, she smile. “I love you too and I forgive you” she said wrapping her arms around my neck pulling me down to passionately kiss my lips. “Ewwww” Ryland said making us both pull away. “Let’s go watch WWE” I said as Ryland jump up and down, but I hear a loud gasped from Y/N. “So you’re the bad influence for Ryland” she chuckled. I shake my head, “never mind lets watch Mikey Mouse” I said, walking to the living room.
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These Arms Will Be Your Haven


Song: Waiting for Superman-Daughtry, Better Than Gold-Kevin Daniel

“Knock, knock.”

My attention lingered on my textbook for a moment longer before I snapped my eyes up and saw Harry eyeing me from my bedroom doorway.  His face was slightly flushed and he was dressed down in a white t-shirt and athletic shorts, looking like he come right straight from a run.  He had his phone in one hand and a takeout bag in the other.  

“Biochemistry, huh?”  He stepped into my room, pursing his lips and blowing out a breath. “I know it’s Friday night, but let’s not get too crazy.”

I probably looked like the day after a crazy party.  My hair was piled haphazardly on top of my head and I was in the same cotton shorts and black t-shirt I had been in for three days now.

I rolled my eyes, smirking at him as I scooted over, making room for him on my bed.  I moved my papers and laptop out of the way as he sat down next to me, adjusting the pillows behind his back and stretching his long legs out in front of him.  

“How’s studying going?”

I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes at him.  If only he knew the half of it.  

I got home from class today and pulled out my things to start studying and five minutes late the fire alarm went off.  If it goes off in one room it activates the whole floors alarm so we all had to evacuate.   It took about forty minutes for the fireman to show up all for a burnt bag of popcorn.  When I got back inside I decided to make some tea and ended up spilling it down the front of my blouse after tripping on my bag I had left on the ground.  After changing and finally pulling out my notes I realized I know none of the material on the upcoming test.  I had been re-reading the same chapter for about two hours when Harry showed up.

He laughed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.  “I’ll take that as not well.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

I dropped my hand in my palm, flipping carelessly through the pages of my book.  “I wouldn’t be opposed to you kidnapping my bio teacher. That should give me enough time.”

“To study?”

“No, to run.”

He snorted, criss-crossing his legs and pulling the bag closer to him.

“Well, I brought you some food.  You haven’t left your apartment for days so I figured I’d at least make sure you’re eating.”

He pulled out boxes containing chinese food and I nearly groaned at the sight of it.  I pulled out some chopsticks from the bag and grabbed one of the containers.  

“I knew there was a reason why we’re friends.”

He snarled playfully, digging into his own food.  We ate while Harry re-counted on how he had saved a squirrel’s life with an eggroll today on his way over.

“Harry, dogs don’t eat squirrels.”

He tossed me a fortune cookie before opening his own.  
“Well this one was about to!  If I hadn’t  thrown an egg roll for that dog to fetch he would have been a goner.  That bloody squirrel owes me.”

I tried to smile, but it flickered as I broke open my cookie.

Harry nudged my shoulder with his own, looking down at me worriedly.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

I shook my head, but decided I didn’t want to go into it.

“Yeah.  I’ve just been super stressed out lately.”

I kept my eyes averted from his as I flipped my book back open.  I scanned the text half heartedly, feeling Harry’s eyes on me as I rifled through the pages.

I ran my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots as I groaned in frustration.  The information made no more sense than it did two hours ago.  I was stretched too thin, and lately school had not been the priority so I was falling behind.  

Harry adjusted next to me, scooting around so his knees were touching mine.

“I’ve been worried about you lately.” He confessed softly.

I turned my head and saw him chewing on his lip, looking up at me from under his lashes.

I sighed dropping my head and thrumming my fingers against the book.  “I’ll…I’ll be ok.  I’m just going to finish studying for this exam, and then I’m taking a break and heading over to Aiden’s.”

“That’s what has me worried.” He spoke so quietly it was as if he didn’t really want me to hear.

I gripped my hands tightly around the book, watching him idly play with his fingers, avoiding my gaze.

“What do you mean by that?”

He twisted the ring that was around his middle finger, running his tongue along his teeth as he gathered his thoughts.

“I know it’s not my place to say, but…I just don’t have a good feeling about him.”

“What do you mean you don’t have good feeling? You don’t even know him.” I scoffed.  

He pressed his palms to the mattress, shaking his head. “I know, I know.  I’m just calling it as I’ve seen it.  I don’t trust him.”

My stomach flipped uncomfortably and I suddenly felt defensive.  “Seen what, Harry? I don’t know what you’re on about but Aiden and I are fine.”

He laughed distrustfully. “I find that hard to believe. I’ve witnessed multiple phone calls where things have gotten heated and you’ve ended up crying.  I’m just worried about you is all.”

“Well that’s not really your place is it.”  My voice came out more biting than I intended it to.

I sighed as I watched Harry’s face fall.  

“Harry, I’m–”

“No you’re right.  It’s not my place.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose as he slowly got up off of the bed, scratching the back of his head.  

“You don’t have to go.” I nearly whispered.  I had enough going on I really didn’t need to be in a fight with Harry on top of everything.  

He sighed, turning and facing me with a small smile.

“You should get back to studying.  I don’t want to the reason you end up failing.”

I nodded, chewing on the inside of my lip.  “Look, I’m sorry I snapped.  After this week is over I promise I’ll go back to normal.  I’ve just been going kind of crazy.”

He nodded again, the left side of his mouth quirking up higher than the other. He reached out, gently cupping my face and swiping his thumb across my cheek.  

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

I shrugged, tugging at the hem of my shirt.  He dropped his hand from my face and used it to grab my hand and pull my off the bed.  Once I was on my feet he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I sighed, leaning into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his shoulder.  

“Thanks for worrying about me.”

He pulled away, running his warm, rough hands down my arms.

“Just be careful, ok.”  I could see the genuine concern in his eyes and I was worried he was seeing something I wasn’t.

He leaned in, pecking my cheek before grabbing his things off my bed.

“I guess I’ll let you get back to work.  Call me if you need anything, ok?”

I twisted my hands together, looking back to the papers sprawled across my bed and sighing.

“Do you maybe want to catch a movie?  I can text Aiden and tell him I’m busy.”

He raises his eyebrow, tucking his phone into his pocket.  “Are you sure you want to do that?”

I wasn’t about to tell Harry how I didn’t actually have any desire to go over to Aiden’s tonight.  We had only been together for a couple of months now and I really did like him, but a few weeks ago he started acting different.  He could be really sweet one moment and the next intense and possessive.  He didn’t have half the charm Harry did, but there was something about him that kept me with him.  Our relationship didn’t have me scribbling sappy notes in my journal every night, but I was happy.  I couldn’t predict how he was going to act tonight and I couldn’t handle any more stress tonight so I wasn’t going to risk it.

“Yes. Now let’s go before I convince myself it’s a bad idea.”

He smiled, shaking his keys as I started for the door.

He held up his hands, blocking me.  “You…might want to change first.”  

I looked down, wrinkling my nose at my stained shirt.

“And a quick shower wouldn’t hurt either.”

I scoffed, discreetly pulling up the collar of my shirt to smell it.  “I don’t smell that bad, do I?”

He pressed his lips together, “All I’m saying the people next to us in the theater might think we smuggled a dead cat in.”

My jaw dropped as he started laughing.

“Whatever. Just for that comment you’re buying the snacks.”

I turned around and grabbed a pillow off my bed, throwing it at him before I headed to the shower.


My heart started beating sporadically in my chest when I unlocked my phone to see another text from Aiden.  To say he was mad when I blew him off the other night is an understatement.  I had sent him a quick text before I left with Harry, and when I got back I had a multiple messages from him.  I called him back after Harry dropped me off and he immediately accused me of cheating on him.  

I kept my temper down, and lied to him, telling him I had been studying instead of out with Harry.  Telling him I was with a guy besides him would only fuel his accusations.  I didn’t like how he was acting out or where this was going, and I knew I needed to end it.  I was hoping putting off seeing him at all would give him time to cool down, but so far it wasn’t working.

I was currently standing on Harry’s porch, waiting for my hands to start shaking before I went inside.  I tucked my phone in my pocket and adjusted my bag on my shoulder before knocking on the door.

I took a deep breath, exhaling right as Harry opened the door.  

I could feel some of the pressure being lifted off my chest as he smiled at me, stepping to the side so I could come in.  

“You’re looking well tonight.”

I laughed, “Yeah, well not completely bombing test you were completely unprepared for will do that to you.”

I led the way into his living room, taking of my bag and sitting on the couch.   The curtains were drawn, making the room seem more open, and he had the t.v. playing quietly.  His leather bound journal was sitting on the coffee table and his guitar was leaning upright against the couch.  

“So what have you been up to today? Writing more songs to break billions of hearts?  I smiled as he took a seat next to me, picking up the remote and turning of the television.  

“Maybe.  I’ve got a few tear jerking lyrics up my sleeve, but today I’ve mostly been working on the music.   

I unzipped my backpack, pulling out my laptop and setting it on my lap.  “You should play me something.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.  “If I remember correctly you asked if you could come over so you had a quiet place to study.”

There was a massive party happening on the floor above me and I already had enough distractions, so I called Harry and asked if it was ok if I came over.

“I can do both. At least now I’ll be multitasking with music instead of Netflix.

He laughed, picking up his guitar.  “Well that explains why you’re studying hasn’t been going well.”

I pouted my lips and batted my eyelashes at him.  As usual it got the job done.

Harry sat on the opposite end of the couch plucking at his guitar while I read over my history notes.  Every once in awhile I could feel my phone buzzing in my pocket, and I tried my best to ignore it.

Harry started strumming a bit louder, humming quietly as he played.  It was mesmerizing watching him in his element in a quiet environment like this.

His long, skilled fingers moved effortlessly across the strings, his tongue poking out between his lips and that concentrated pucker between his brows I loved so much.

My eyes stayed transfixed on his fingers, as the music filled the, otherwise quiet, room.  I watched him play for another minute until he stopped, his fingers mid strum.  I looked up and was embarrassed he caught me watching, but he just smiled.

“You really are amazing, Harry.”

He smiled bashfully, laying  the guitar across his lap.  

“I’m alright.  How’s the studying going?”

I blew out a breath.  “I give up.” I tucked my laptop back in my bag and move closer to him on the couch.  

He ran his hand thoughtfully through his hair and I could see the light bounce off his eyes, his green irises being speckled with gold.  My thoughts drifted back to Aiden and I got a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I made up my mind I was going to tell Harry what was going on, but I didn’t get the chance to before he spoke.

“Want to learn how to play?”

A grins spread across my face as I nodded.  He smiled back with a glint in his eyes, lifting his guitar and scooting closer to me.  

He handed it to me and I adjusted it in my lap as cleared his throat.

“Alright.  So you’re fingers…go here.”

He gently, one-by-one placed each of my fingers on the correct strings on the fret.  

My hand is quite a bit smaller than his so I wasn’t as graceful about it, but once they were all in place I strummed with the other hand.  

I looked up at Harry, beaming, my face only a few inches from his.

His lips quirked up into a lopsided smile.

“You’re a natural.”

I laughed, just as my phone started buzzing in my pocket.  Both of our eyes veered to my pocket as I groaned internally.  

I pulled out my phone, feeling my face flush as I scanned some of the messages.

“Is everything alright?”

I glanced up at Harry.  His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were firm, scanning mine.

I nodded, standing up and setting the guitar down.

“Ya, um…I just need to go take care of something.  

He stood up as well, folding his arms.  “What do you mean take care of something?  Is something wrong?”

I rubbed my hand across my forehead.  “I have an, emergency at work.  I just need to–”

“You’re lying to me. I saw on your phone those texts were from Aiden and by the look on your face everything is clearly not fine.”

I huffed, “It’s not that big of a deal. I just…I’m going to take care of this.  I need to go.”

I grabbed my bag, striding quickly towards the door.  

“Why won’t you let me help you?”  His voice wasn’t angry.  He sounded hurt as he spoke quietly from where he was still standing next to the couch.

I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head and biting back the tears I could feel coming.”

I turned on my heels. “I don’t have time to explain this to you right now, just…thanks for letting me come over.  I’ll call you later.”

He shook his head as I turned back around, opening his door and storming out.


“Are you sleeping with him!”

“What? No, Harry and I are just friends!  Why would you even think that?”

My head was pounding and my tears were flowing ceaselessly.  This had been going on for hours now.  I had no idea what time it was, but I was exhausted and he was drunk.  I came over with the intentions to break up with him immediately, but it’s a compulsion of mine to try to fix things.  

He scoffed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Ya it sure seems like it.”

I kneaded the side of my head with my fingertips.  “I don’t know what more I can say to you!  You’re making something out of nothing.”

“Well he’s sure at your apartment more than I am!  

“That doesn’t mean we’re having sex!”

He stormed across the room, slamming his hand down on the table where I was sitting, making me jump in my seat.

His looked crazy and livid as he spoke through gritted teeth.  “If I ever catch you cheating on me–”

I shot up, kicking my chair back.  “Don’t worry about, because we’re done.”  The tension in the room was suffocating as he sneered back at me.

I made for the door but he grabbed my wrist from behind.

He whipped me around slamming me back into the door.
“You’re not going anywhere.”  

“Get your hands off of me or so help me–”

The back of his hand collided with my cheek, nearly sending me tumbling to the floor. My hand reflexively flew up to my cheek as I tried to retain the wind that was knocked out of me.  I could barely see through my tears, but I was able to see his hand reaching out for me again.  He grabbed my face, slamming his lips mine and slipping his hands up my shirt.   

I wasted no time in kicking him as hard as I could in the groin, and stumbling out the front door.

I got outside and gulped in the fresh air through my raw lungs.  I bent over, placing my hands on my knees and trying to catch my breath.  I took in a couple deep lung fulls of air and straightened up, wrapping my arms around myself.  I headed as quickly as I could down the sidewalk, wanting to get as far away from him as I could in case he came after me.

I pulled out my phone, fumbling with it as I clicked it on.  It was about 2:30 in the morning, but I still pressed call on his number.  It was pitch black outside, no more than a few cars passing by and I had never felt more alone.  I pressed my lips together, holding my breath as I listened to his line ring.  

He picked up on the seventh ring and a raspy voice came through speaker.


I choked on fresh wave of tears as I tried to answer him.

“Harry.  I’m so sorry I know It’s late, but I need you to come get me.”

“Hey, shh.  Slow down, love, what’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I’m outside of Aiden’s apartment.” I blubbered.  “He..it got bad, Harry.”

I could hear rustling around and the sound of a light being turned on.  

“What did he do?”  His voice was thick and gravely.  

I sniffled, pressing my hand back to my cheek.  “He just…made me uncomfortable.”

“Alright.  Stay where you are, sweetheart.  I’m coming to get you.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

I pushed end on the phone call, taking a calming breath.  I found a nearby bench and took a seat,  resting my head in my hands as I cried helplessly.  

I’d lost track of time when a pair of headlight came into view.  The car was parked haphazardly and Harry got out, running straight towards me.  

I stood up, colliding into him and his arms wrapped around me protectively.  He crushed me to his chest, but I was still trembling uncontrollably.  

“It’s ok.  You’re safe now.”

I buried my face in his neck as I fell apart in his arms. He rubbed his hand soothingly on my back, trying to console me.

I don’t know how long we stood there until he got me calmed down enough to get me back to his car.  

He only let go of me long enough to help the into the passenger seat, and then his hand was back in mine as he drove me home.  

He helped me up the stairs and out of my coat, but I was hardly able to acknowledge that he was there. My mind was stuck on repeat of what happened earlier tonight, which now seemed years ago.  

I felt his warm palm on my lower back and let him lead me to the couch.  He sat down next to me and I immediately curled into him, laying my head on his chest.  

He wrapped his arms back around me and pressed his lips to my forehead.  

I focused on his heartbeat beating evenly beneath my ear, feeling safe and secure wrapped up in his arms.  

“I’m sorry, Harry.  I should have listened to you.”  I sniffled.

He shushed me, wrapping his arms tighter around me.  “You have nothing to apologize for.  I’m just glad you’re ok.”

It was silent and still until Harry spoke, his voice low and rough.

“Did he do anything to you?”

I balled my fist into his shirt, nodding my head as a few more tears escaped.

I took in a shuddering breath. “He…he hit me.  But I left before anything more could happen.”

Harry abruptly sat up, twisting so he could hold my face in his hands.  His eyes frantically searched my face,  before his thumb softly traced a line across my sore cheek. “He did this?”

I winced as his eyes welled up with tears.  He pulled his hand away, instead slipping it into my hair.  His eyes were cold and I knew a million things were running around his head.

I grabbed his free hand in both of mine.  “I’m ok, Harry, I promise.  It’s done.”

My eyes fluttered as his hand carded through my hair.  He leaned in pressing his forehead to mine.

“I’m so sorry love.”  His voice cracked as he whispered.  He locked his eyes firmly with mine. “You deserve, so much better.”

I whimpered as his hand came up to cup my face again.

I found myself staring at his lips and I had to stop my thoughts before I got ahead of myself.  I had never been this vulnerable with him before and I was starting to have excessive feelings being this close to him.  

I rested my head back on his shoulder for another moment before sitting up.

“Thank you for coming to get me.”

He smiled softly, smoothing a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Of course.  Are you sure you’re going to be ok?”

I nodded, wiping my hand under my nose.

“I just want to go to bed.”

He nodded, brushing the pad of his finger under my eye.  “Ok.”


“Yes, love?”

I parted my lips, speaking just above a whisper. “Will you stay with me?”

He nodded again, standing up and helping me off the couch.  

We got into my bedroom and I stepped out of my shoes, not bothering to change my clothes before crawling into bed.  

Harry kicked of his boots and took off his jacket and was soon laying beside me.  I turned so I was facing him and he pulled the covers over both of us before tucking his arm around my waist.   

I felt the little energy I had left draining out of me as he placed a chaste kiss to the side of my mouth right before I drifted to sleep.

Heyyy.  Hope you like this one! :) p.s. the boyfriends name is Aiden because I’ve been OBSESSING over  ‘How To Get Away With Murder’!

Adult Child

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Requested By btsjimintaehyung~ Something fluffy about losing his Jams?


A/N: I recommend you listen to Adult Child by Bts.
Word Count: 1,906
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: None.

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Change- A Sam Wilkinson Fanfic- Chapter 24

So, hey guys i’m so sorry i hadn’t been posting lately. I’ve been full of exams and i knpw that’s not an excuse but anyway here is chapter 24 and later today I’ll post 25! so yay! I’ll also make a couple of preferences and ships. If i have time I’ll write some imagines, so please request them in my inbox now! I’m so sorry guys but thank you for everything! ilysm

Previous chapters here

Chapter 24

“Only friends, huh?” Gilinsky asked me while he walked me home back from the Mall. The sun was almost completely hidden and the first stars were shinning. “That’s not good”

“Jack, it is good. At least is better this way”

“Ok, so we will play to see how long you will last without throwing yourself over Sam. Johnson and I have already made our bets.”

“Oh my God, you truly are five years old” I laughed and rolled my eyes, “And I’m not going to throw myself over Sam by the way”

“Oh, yeah y/n, whatever you say” he chuckled and I punched his arm. “But what I really mean is that you are going to get back together eventually”

“Maybe” I half smile trying to sound mysterious.

“But now that you are friends, you know that he can go around making out with other girls freely, right?” he raised his eyebrows. Damn, why did he have to mention that? Yeah, I was slightly worried but there was nothing I could actually do, right?

“Yeah I know”

“And you are not worried?”


“Not even a tiny bit?”

“Zero” I smiled at him as we reached the door of my house. I quickly slipped inside to meet my mother in the kitchen.

“Hey mom” I exclaimed while I grabbed an apple from the counter.

“How was the History Project?” she asked while she leafed through a fashion magazine’s pages.

“It was good, we are almost done with it”

“You are grounded”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me young lady, I’m so tired of all your lies and sneaking around behind my back. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, I don’t know if it is that Sam boy, or your new friends but you need to change your behavior and I’m talking very seriously. You are grounded for two weeks, no parties, no Mall, no getting out of the house. Only for school, do you hear me?”

“What the hell mom? You do understand you are grounding me for no reason, right?”

“Your History project with Jenn”

“What about it?”

“I thought it was Biology, and of course, I know understand there was no project at all” I froze. Shit, how could I be so stupid? Of course, it was Biology. “And you walked back home with a random guy. I truly don’t know what to think about you anymore. Go to your room, now”



I couldn’t believe her. I lied to her, okay, I’ll admit that but she just can’t ground me without me explaining what happened. I simply turned around and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. But in the way I bumped into Tyler, who had his headphones on and seemed really confused but opened his eyes widely when he saw me.

“Hey we need to talk sis”

“Not now”

“Yeah now” he pulled me inside his room and closed the door behind us. I turned around and oh, guess who was there. I rolled my eyes while I sat on his chair.

“Why is he still here?” I asked pointing at Isaac.

“Doesn’t matter, anyway, I wanted to apologize to you for hitting that douchebag”

“What?” He was trying to apologize…? Ok, that was weird.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have just hit him, I probably should have killed him” he and Isaac burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes.

“You are five years old Tyler”

“Come on, it was funny” Isaac exclaimed and I rolled my eyes trying to avoid any visual contact with him.

“No it wasn’t Campbell”

“You still pissed babe?” He said and Tyler chuckled

“You call me babe again and I swear to God that I will rip your eyes off and staple them to your…” I was so closed to him that my brother had to pick me up and push me away.

 “Woah chill y/n” Ty said laughing.

“I seriously want him out of the house”

“Well that’s not happening” Isaac laughed, “I’m staying here for a week”


“Yeah, my house is being remodeled and your parents told mine it was fine if I stayed here for a couple days”

“Please tell me I’m dreaming”

“Anyway, you will have to get along with him” Tyler exclaimed


“Come on” he said, “He is my best friend”

“No way, bye” I exclaimed while I slammed his door behind me.


 I sat on my bed while I scrolled down my phone. Why did everything have to turn out bad for me? First, Sam and I were just friends, which I guessed was good but I didn’t think I could handle it for much time. Then, I was grounded for two whole weeks and I couldn’t get out of my house and consequently, I had to spend more time with Isaac. I sighed as I lied down in my bed. My phone suddenly vibrated, so I picked it up and saw that Sam was calling me. I quickly answered it.

“Hey Sam”

“Hi babe, I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere? Just as friends of course…”

“I wished I could my friend, but I’m grounded and I can’t get out of my house so yay”

“Damn, what have you done this time?”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway sorry”

“What for? If you can’t have fun, I’ll take the fun to you. Be there in 10”

“What? Sam, no I…” he hung up.

I tried to call him again but he didn’t pick up. Damn, how the hell was he planning to come here without being noticed? 

anonymous asked:

Can you write a quick one-shot of Joshifer before their ET interview in his/her hotel room where she can't keep her hands off of him and he keeps telling her that he'll be wearing a nice shirt that day? :)

Here you go. It’s my spin on your request. I hope you enjoy!

“Where I Belong”

The steamy tendrils swirl around my form as I hastily pull the door to the bathroom open, “Jen! My shirts not in here; have you seen─”

“You mean this one?”

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