okay so i didn't know should i put some text...or not.

My boyfriend told me over text that he didn't know the Minotaur story
  • Boyfriend: I... I don't even know the story that well babe, I can't even say xD
  • Me: Okay so
  • Me: Poseidon gives a bull to King Minos, the best and shiniest bull you ever saw, and he's like "You can have this, but only if you promise to sacrifice it to me later" and Minos is like "Sure yeah okay man whatever" so Poseidon sends this bestest bull ever galloping up out of the salty sea spray, and everyone standing around is like "Hot fuck look at that bull" And Minos agrees, and he likes the bull SO much he decides to just quietly sort of...keep it. And he does kill a bull for Poseidon but it's one of his own, lame normal bulls, and Poseidon's no pushover so of course he notices.
  • Me: Poseidon is also notoriously easily angered, and he's royal pissed about this, so he comes up with one of the most devious punishments ever, and he infects Minos' wife Pasiphae with a desperate, DESPERATE thirst for the bull. Like she can think of nothing but getting some of that hot Bull D.
  • Boyfriend: ..........Thefuck.
  • Me: But it's hard to convince a bull, especially a divinely spawned bull, to fuck you if you are in fact not a cow but a human queen, so she comes up with a plan
  • Boyfriend: I thought some god comes down in bull form and fucks her??
  • Me: Ohh, no no no, that's the much much more tame story of Europa, who has sex with Zeus in bull form. This is different
  • Me: She goes to the best inventor she knows, Daedalus, and she's like "I need this bull to fuck me I NEED IT" and Daedalus is like "That's really weird maybe you should talk to someone" and she's like "I am talking to you and I am your queen so you better fucking make this happen for me I am going to peel my own skin off if I don't get some bull dick ASAP. But he doesn't want me because I am not fat, four-legged, and mooing."
  • Boyfriend: Oh..... oh no.
  • Me: So Daedalus shrugs, probably shudders a little, and builds the prettiest, most fuckable wooden cow a bull ever saw, but he makes it hollow, presumably with some openings in some awkward places.
  • Boyfriend: OH GOD. NO.
  • Me: So Pasiphae puts this monstrosity in the field with the bull, climbs in it, and waits. And Daedalus really is a skilled inventor, and he apparently knows what a bull likes, because Pasiphae finally gets the hot bull loving she's been dreaming of
  • Boyfriend: I........ I need an aspirin. That is disgusting.
  • Me: Only she apparently hasn't been tracking her cycles, because she gets pregnant, and births the minotaur and King Minos is like "What the fuck?" and Pasiphae is like "Honey I need to tell you something"
  • Me: And that is how it happened
  • Boyfriend: That is NOT HOW THAT WORKS
  • Me: Welcome to Mythology.

anonymous asked:

Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? What I mean is I know that if I try really hard I COULD be verbal but it would be much easier and less stressful to just stop speaking in situations where I feel I have to force the words out. I know there's so many people who can't help being nonverbal so I feel bad that in most situations I can force myself to speak, I just didn't know if it was ok to let myself be nonverbal to help myself deal with the situations where I feel like I need to be

Hey anon-friend.

Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? What I mean is I know that if I try really hard I COULD be verbal but it would be much easier and less stressful to just stop speaking in situations where I feel I have to force the words out.

Nah. It’s not wrong. Just like how it’s not wrong to sit when you could stand, or put down your bag when you could keep holding it. Like how it’s not wrong to use a wheelchair when you can technically walk.

To expand on that last example using my own experiences; there are some days when I might be able to walk a bit, but I would be able to go farther, do more, and be in less pain at the end of the day if I use my wheelchair.

So, if I know I’m going to be out for 4 hours, I could:

a) Force myself to walk for an hour before switching to my chair because I’m tired and in pain, which makes for the next 3 hours being kinda sucky, or

b) Intentionally use my chair from the beginning, even if my pain is manageable and I have energy. This option saves me future pain and potential injury, and also lets me use my energy for other things.

As an autistic person, it’s a very similar situation with speaking. It’s an energy suck and you should feel free to toss the expectation of spoken speech overboard if that’s what is best for you.

As for myself, I do choose not to speak at times, or I choose to use a combination of AAC and speech.

I know there’s so many people who can’t help being nonverbal so I feel bad that in most situations I can force myself to speak, I just didn’t know if it was ok to let myself be nonverbal to help myself deal with the situations where I feel like I need to be

It is okay to save your words. It is okay to choose AAC over speech. It is okay to dedicate that brain power and energy to things you consider more important and living life in general.

Forcing speech can lead to meltdowns and shutdowns. It also contributes to burnout, which sucks, so choosing not to speak can be a way to recover from or prevent those things. 

It’s okay not to force yourself, just like it’s okay when I choose to take my wheelchair on days when I might be able to force myself into walking a bit. You should do what you need to do.

I hope this was helpful.

12x21: A Scene Rewrite

    a/n:  I haven’t even watched it buuuuuuuut I’m pretty sure this is better.

     DEAN:  Sam, we got a letter from Eileen. 

     SAM:  A letter? Why didn’t she call or text?

     DEAN: It says she was scared the Brits were after her but she’d find a safe place. She left a trail in Ireland that should keep them looking for her there. Says she’ll see us soon if everything goes okay Down Under. 

[DEAN looks at SAM quizzically.

     DEAN:  Does she know anyone in Australia? 

     SAM: …I think I know where she is. 

[SAM and DEAN enter the Bunker. A pool of blood leads just around the corner of the war room. SAM and DEAN pull their weapons and ease around the corner to see the body of TONI BEVELL with a dagger in her chest. SAM runs to the kitchen to find KETCH slumped over the table, dead.]

     EILEEN: Welcome home, boys.

[EILEEN flexes her hand, the Enochian brass knuckles on her fingers. She puts down a cup of coffee. Her hair is down and wet, like she’d just had a relaxing shower.]

     EILEEN: Hoped it would be okay if I crashed here for a while. You had some visitors, but I took care of them. 

[SAM rushes her and hugs her like he’s never going to let go. He smiles because her hair smells like his shampoo.] 

     EILEEN: Sam. I’m fine. 

[SAM’s eyes well up with tears.]

     SAM: I know. Of course you are. 

[SAM cradles EILEEN’s head in his hand and continues to embrace her. He starts to rock slowly. DEAN smiles at EILEEN and gives a little wave before walking out of the room.]  


A/N: This was by far, the hardest for me to write. And not for having difficulty writing, but because of how stunned it left ME. This is not suitable for all kinds of readers. So, if you say you’re uncomfortable, please keep away. Please drop by the ask box to let me know how you felt about it. Also, if necessary, reblog with your opinion. This is something I worked somewhat hard to write, so I really want opinions :))))
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Characters: Yuta, OC, Jaehyun.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Slight Smut, Cussing.
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Camila was defiantly a little drunk. She was sitting beside the window in her bedroom, a glass of wine in hand and a half empty bottle beside her. Camila didn’t normally partake in excessive drinking, but on nights like these, she couldn’t help it. She took another sip of her drink as her thoughts wandered back to the green eyed girl who still managed to occupy her mind.

It’s been almost an entire year, Camila. You should be over her by now. The brunette scowled at herself in frustration. She really, really wished she could just forget Lauren, forget how much she loved her. But no matter how much she tried or how much she drank it was rare for the girl to be far from her mind.

You shouldn’t still love her, you should be beyond mad at her. She broke your heart, you shouldn’t care about her anymore. You wouldn’t care. You can’t care. Camila continued to argue with herself until she felt her phone buzz. She snapped back to reality, pulling the device out of her pocket, unlocking it to find a text from none other than the girl who had just been tormenting her thoughts. Camila frowned a little at the sight of the girl’s name before reading the text.

Lauren: Hey, I watchrd the I hsve qustions music video

Camila: thought we weren’t supposed to talk

Lauren: probably not. If we are being hnest, im a lil drunk rn

Camila: yeah, you’re defiantly drunk sober lauren never uses acronyms

Lauren: ya, antways The video wss amszing.

Camila: uh, thanks i guess

Lauren: I duno if ur still are itrsted but I have answers

Camila: most defiantly not. listen Lauren, you’re drunk, we aren’t supposed to be talking, and we both know what will happen if we go down this road again. text ally and ask her to drive you home, k

Lauren: wo, too msny wrds

Camila: text ally

Lauren: nu, cant tezt ally, she told me nit to go out tnight

I wish you listened, Camila thought – though part of her didn’t believe that – before she responded.

Camila: where are you

Lauren: idk, its reallly quuet rn

Camila: do you see and street signs?

Lauren: no, byt i found a house I knw

Camila: great, talk to you never lauren

Camila’s doorbell rang, startling the girl from her quiet rage towards the girl she used to love so much. She stood up and peeked through the blinds facing the front of her house, her brain immediately matching the raven haired girl at her doorstep to the one she’d just been texting. Camila dropped her hands and looked up at the bumpy ceiling for a moment before exiting the small room and trudging down the steps and to the front door.

The bell was still ringing when she pulled open the door, now standing face to face with a very drunk Lauren Jauregui. Lauren giggled when she saw Camila, who was anything but amused. She and Lauren had agreed to stop talking after she left Fifth Harmony, well, Lauren had demanded they did. It had taken all of the shorter girl’s self control not to text Lauren. Not a day went by when she didn’t think about her emerald green eyes or her soft lips.

Camila pushed those thoughts into the back of her mind, still staring at Lauren, who’s head was cocked to the side as if she were asking to come in. Camila, getting the message after a minute or two if silence, turned to the side to let Lauren in. The green eyed girl smiled at her innocently before stumbling towards the nearest chair and collapsing into it. Camila couldn’t help but snicker as Lauren sank into the fabric, a goofy smile on her face and her eyes closed.

“Missed you Camz,” Lauren slurred, making Camila do a double take. On one hand, Camila wanted to demand the girl not use the nickname anymore, it hurt to much. On the other, it was Lauren who had broken up with Camila, and hearing Lauren say she missed her made Camila’s heart warm involuntarily. “M'cold,"Lauren continued, which sent Camila off to find a blanket for her former girlfriend. Just because they weren’t dating didn’t mean the brunette couldn’t help her out a bit, right?

Camila knelt down beside Lauren and wrapped the blanket around the girl, who’s green eyes snapped open as she leaned towards Camila and pressed their lips together for a brief moment. Lauren seemed to want to keep going, but Camila pulled away, her mind reeling.

"Sorry.” Lauren murmured in her half conscious state. Camila nodded and stood up, deciding she would talk to Lauren tomorrow when she wasn’t drunk as hell.


“Fuck,” Lauren groaned, light illuminating the backs of her eyelids as her head began pounding. She brought her hands to her temples and rubbed them in an attempt to ease her hangover. Her attempts were futile, her pain only relieved when she noticed and swallowed the aspirin and water on the table beside her. She glanced around the house, immediately recognizing her location. “Fuck.” she repeated, struggling to untangle herself from the blanket wrapped around her torso.

“Morning,” Lauren heard, causing her to stop attempting to irradiate herself if the clingy blanket and look up at the brown eyed girl standing not far from her.

“Morning,”‘Lauren replied, tensing up as the brown eyed girl sat across from her.

“What do you remember from last night?” Camila asked, hoping Lauren wouldn’t remember the one things the brown eyed girl couldn’t keep her mind off of.

“I remember the party, it wasn’t too far from here I think. I remember leaving and not knowing where to go, but I don’t remember getting here – holy shit,” Lauren said the last part more to herself than to Camila, remembering the texts she’d sent and how she’d kissed Camila before drifting off to sleep.

“Mhm,” Camila agreed, somehow able to read Lauren’s mind in that moment.

“Camz, I am so sorry. I never should have texted you, I was drunk and stupi –”; Lauren began, but Camila cut her off.

“It’s fine.” The words confused Lauren more than how she had gotten to Camila’s house in the first place. Lauren knew that what she had done had to hurt, Camila was completely broken when she had left the brown eyed girl about a year before. But Camila betrayed no sign of anger or sadness, only a perfectly neutral expression as she sipped her tea. “Also, don’t call me that,”


“Camz. Don’t call me Camz.” Camila said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath after the words left her mouth.

“Oh, okay,” Lauren mumbled. The pair sat in silence, the tension between them building and building until finally Lauren spoke.

“I should probably go,” the green eyed girl said, moving to stand but her headache had returned along with more memories of the night prior. Camila motioned for her to lay back, and Lauren obliged without second guessing her actions.

“You can stay here until you’re headache is gone,” Camila told the other girl, setting her mug down and taking a hand through her hair. Another silence settled between them, both girl’s minds occupied with different ways to escape the uncomfortable situation.

“I really do miss you,” Lauren said, startling Camila. The brown eyed girl stared at Lauren for a moment, trying to determine if she was being genuine.

“I-I missed you too,” Camila conceded, the confession lifting a weight off of both of their shoulders. They soon fell into slightly more comfortable small talk, awkward pauses here and there when one of them would bring up something from their past. About thirty minutes later Lauren stood up and shrugged off the blanket she had kept wrapped around her shoulders.

“I really should go,” Lauren stood up, Camila quick to follow. Both girls walked to the front door, and soon Lauren was standing on the pavement leading up to the house.

“Can I do something really, really stupid?” Camila asked the older girl. Lauren nodded, inhaling deeply as she sees Camila lean in a little. The green eyed girl copies her actions, meeting her in the middle for their second kiss since the break up. When they pulled apart a giddy grin adorned Lauren’s face, while Camila just softly smiled.

“Maybe I can take you out to dinner some time? Start over?” Lauren asked, and Camila pretended to think about the offer. Yes, she was still hurt, but she would give anything to fix her relationship with the greed eyed girl. Her moon.

“Okay, let me give you my number,” Camila told the older girl, holding out her hand for Lauren to put her phone in. Lauren smiles at the girl before handing over the device.


In The First Place (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of posting but once again I don’t really have the motivation but I really like this one a lot and I hope you do too!
Warnings: super fluff coming at ya
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader has told spencer about her feelings but he told her that he needs some time and meanwhile another guy enters the BAU and he likes the reader so he invites her out to dinner in front of spencer and then he realizes that if he doesn’t make a move he is going to lose her
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: inspired in the end of s9 ep7…

3 months ago…

You stood in front of Spencer, who was sitting in the chair with a confused look on his face.
“Are… are you going to say some…”
“Yeah yeah sorry. I just… this is really hard to confront this to you.” You said interrupting him as you paced back in forth.
Spencer himself looked a little uneasy too, scared of what your going to say.
You’ve been meaning to tell Spencer about your feelings towards him but, he just makes it so hard when he’s so… attractive and sweet and everything you could ask for.
You try to be optimistic, thinking maybe he will like you back, like in the movies and it all works out, maybe even a kiss if your lucky.
With your positive thoughts, you gained up the courage to stop in your tracks and look him in the eye.
“Spencer… I’ve been meaning to tell you that… I like you, a lot. Like not in the friendship way, but the relationship way. I really hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship and-and if you don’t like me back that’s totally okay. We could just put this behind us and pretend this 10 minutes never happened.” You rambled as you broke eye contact with him.
You looked back up at him and he hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he doesn’t know what to say.
“God… that was… Spencer I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put you in this position. I’m so stupid…”
“No Y/N your not stupid. It’s just… I need time to process this okay?” He said grabbing your hands in his.
He’s never done that before.
Is this a sign?
“Okay okay I totally understand thank you for not running away or anything like that.” You said as he grazed the tops of your hands with his thumbs.

Present day…

You sat at your desk, as you and the rest of the team go through files until you heard the door open and footsteps walking towards you.
“Here is your latte.” Scott, the new intern, said giving you the steaming up as he kept low key.
“Thanks.” You whispered.
He always came to ask if you needed anything.
It wasn’t really a part of his job, but when he wasn’t doing anything, he seeks out if you need assistance.
And if you do need anything, most of the time it is coffee.
Scott is very sweet, funny, and he’s even cute.
You have kind of started to grow on him and started to have the slightest crush on him with all of the attention he gives you.
But when Spencer said he needed time to process your feelings, it wasn’t a nicer way to say no.
He really needed to think about it, not just to let it go.
And he’s been thinking about you ever since that day, and he is starting to take a little more interest in you.
The way you twirl your hair between your fingers.
The way your brow creases when you concentrate.
The way certain clothes hug your body.
And the biggest symptom he has noticed about himself, is that he doesn’t like Scott.
Because he’s constantly with you.
Constantly making you happy.
Spencer can’t even deny himself that it’s jealousy.
He would watch as he brought you coffee and you smiling widely at him and Spencer would cringe.
He hated seeing him even near you.
He missed the little gestures you had toward him.
He wanted you to pay more attention to him like you used to, when Spencer was so oblivious to your love for him.
But the next day, when he was sitting at his desk with a book in his lap, he couldn’t help but over hear your’s and Scott’s conversation.
“So I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?”
“Ummm not that I can think of. What do you have in mind?” You asked twirling your hair again.
“I was wondering if you wanted to get some pizza and watch a few movies at my place tonight. You like marvel right?” He asked motioning towards your little Captain America pin on your bag.
You giggled and nodded. “Yeah that sounds great!” You said.
“Alright um I’ll text you a little later then.” He said with a toothy grin.
“Okay.” You said turning back to your work.
You turn your head to the right and saw Spencer’s face had gone pale.
“Spence are you okay?” You ask furrowing your brow.
“What um yeah I’m going to use the restroom.” He said quickly wiping a tear that fell down his cheek.
You were half tempted to follow him, the image of a saddened Spencer broke your heart, but you decided to stay.
As Spencer rushed to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks at the familiar voice.
He peeked around the corner and saw the dumb intern he hated, Scott, on the phone.
“Yeah she’s a total babe… movies and pizza… I know right.” He said a few chuckles in between.
Spencer stayed where he was, eavesdropping on your date.
“Dude totally, I was probably going to bang her in the first place.”
Spencer gasped and immediately ran back inside the bullpen.
“Y/N can we talk like right now please?” He requested quickly approaching you, earning odd looks from a few of the team members.
“Yeah Spence are you okay?” You ask as he laced his fingers with yours and took you into one of the back rooms.
He shut the door and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Spencer are you okay?” You ask for the third time.
“Yeah… I mean kind of. I need to tell you something. Well two somethings. One your not going to like and I’m not sure about the other.” He rambled quickly pacing as he tugged at his hair.
You interrupted his path and took hold of his wrists.
“Spence calm down. Tell me what you need to say.” You said looking into his slightly red eyes.
“Um I was going to the restroom and I overheard something. Y/N you can’t go with that guy okay? Please don’t. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He pleaded.
“Spence he’s a nice guy he wouldn’t hurt me.” You say calmly.
“No no you don’t understand he said… he’s going to… he’s going to disrespect you… he just wants you in his bed. I heard him on the phone and he said he planned on…”
“Having sex with me?” You said finishing his sentence and saving him the pain of saying it himself.
“Yeah but he used a more vulgar term.” He quietly said.
“Screwing me?”
“Knocking me up?”
“Definitely not.”
“Does it start with an F?”
“No! He said he was going to bang you and I… I don’t want that happening to you.” He said as heat rose to his cheeks.
You felt a heat rise too, but it wasn’t blush.
The fact that Scott thought he could just use you for sex made you mad.
You pulled out your phone and texted him that the date was off and he was an asshole.
“There. I’ll give him a more professional confrontation tomorrow.” You say shoving your phone back into your back pocket.
You expected to look up at Spencer and see a small smile on his lips, but his eyes were glued to the floor and he was biting his bottom lip.
“Spencer what’s wrong? You said you had something else to tell me, is that it?” You asked easily getting under his gaze because of how tall he was.
He nodded blinking quickly as he wiped his eyes.
He’s crying.
“Spencer please tell me what’s wrong.” You said your stomach curling up at the sight of Spencer sad.
“Do… do you still like me?” He asked quietly.
“Of course I do Spencer. Your my best friend. You didn’t ruin the date you actually saved me from it, so good job.” You said nudging his arm.
You didn’t understand.
“I’ve been thinking, ever since I told you I needed to, about how you liked me in the non-friendship relationship way.” He said quietly.
That’s what was wrong.
“Spencer I’m so sorry. I didn't… do you like me back?” You asked stepping closer to him.
He looked up slightly, giving you the saddest puppy eyes you have ever seen, and he nodded.
“Spencer I still like you. I’m sorry I put you through that.” You said grazing your thumb across his cheek, making his face light up.
“You do?” He asked as you thought about all of the flirting you did in front of Spencer.
“Of course. I just… I didn’t think you liked me back so I decided it was time to try to move on but your a tough cookie to move on from.” You said bopping him lightly on the nose.
He smiled that adorable smile you fell in love with in the first place.
“Well it’s about quitting time so what do you say we get some pizza and watch some Marvel movies?” You asked lacing your fingers with his.
“Yeah I would love that.” He said smiling as he held your hands in his.
You hesitated, but then stood on your tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before walking out of the little room.
Spencer stood there breathless, his cheek tingling where you placed the kiss.
He smiled to himself before following you out.
You turned around and saw Spencer standing directly behind you.
You looked at him and smiled, this is the man you should have been going out with in the first place.

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Alright, my dudes.  I would like to thank @fevers-and-flus for helping me out with a very poorly worded paragraph. I’m also gonna thank @toosicktoocare and @itisasign for helping me with some ideas.  This came out to be about 4700 words, give or take so yeah. Thank you in advance for reading it, I really appreciate it. 

Shiro walked through the door of his practice, pulling on his white lab coat.
“Hey, Hunk.” Shiro grinned, greeting the receptionist.  “How are you?”
“Ohhh…It’s been a morning to say the least.” He chuckled, handing Shiro a small stack of files. 
“Two parents called to cancel their kids’ appointments, and then three new parents called for appointments. Oh, and Pidge called.”
Shiro was flipping through the files until Hunk mentioned his sister had called, and then he looked up quickly.  “What?”

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Car Radio

This was requested by @blue-greenstylinson a while back. I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get out! (You’re a sweetheart for being so patient with me, I swear hope I’ll never let an ask sit this long again. You’re the best!) -Emma

Also I couldn’t decide on what type of drug Tyler would be so I made him like two types

The music at the party made it near impossible for anything to be heard in the house. This didn’t bother Tyler at all. In fact, it pumped him up even more. This was the first party he had been to in California that Mark wasn’t hosting, and he had been really looking forward to this. Unlike at Mark’s parties, Tyler didn’t have to worry about something being posted on Mark’s channel. Tyler didn’t mind being on Mark’s channel, but he always found himself holding back on drinking when he knew the party would be posted about. He didn’t want to set a bad example for the fans.

This party was different though. His friend Luca was hosting it, and unbeknownst to Tyler, Luca had quite a wild side.  It wasn’t long before Tyler was handed a drink, and over the course of the night he had downed enough drinks to put a college frat boy to shame. 

After doing some shots with Luca and some of his friends, Luca made a suggestion that blew everybody’s mind. 

“Hey, hey, guys. Karaoke?” 

Tyler gasped. “Luuuucass you'rea geniuss that sounds uh-mazingg!”

Luca laughed. “Scheid, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. I think you’re good for now.”

Tyler pouted and followed Luca to a little makeshift stage where the karaoke machine was placed, slightly stumbling  along the way. Luca cut off the music, causing everyone to stop and groan.

“Hey bro! Turn the mussic back on that was my jam,” a voice yelled.

“Calm down, calm down. I was thinking it would be fun to do karaoke. Any takers for the first song?” Luca announced.

“I’ll go first Lu,” Tyler offered, stepping onto the stage. 

“You sure Ty? What song?”

Tyler nodded. “Surprise me. And I just want to say Luke,” Tyler burst into laughter. “Luke, I am your father.” More laughter. Luca rolled his eyes and passed Tyler the mic. Not too long after, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby” filled the room. 

Tyler able to get through the “Ice ice baby” parts, but he made incoherent noises during the rap parts. He stupidly danced during it, earning cheers from the crowd. This encouraged him to dance more. In the middle of a move that looked like a hybrid of the tranky doo and a mime riding a motorcycle, Tyler got too close to the edge of the stage and tripped off of it. Luckily for him, he landed on his feet, but crashed into the guys standing by the stage. Luca quickly rushed over to him. 

“Woah there Tyler, I think you should go. Gimme your phone, lemme call somebody for you.” 

“Ooooh, Ethshould come he would love this and he would have so much fun. Lucky you are so smart today.” Tyler continued gush about Ethan to Luca, who quickly grew annoyed by it. 

“Well, I texted the Ethan guy in your phone, who I’m assuming is “Eth”. He should be here any minute now.”

Tyler gasped again. “Ethan’s coming here?! Oh god I hope he’ll wanna hang with me, he’s reeeally cool and I’m not, and he just-” Tyler suddenly sniffled and his eyes slightly began to water. “Lila he means a lot and I really hope he shows.”

Almost as if on cue, Luca spotted some tiny kid with bright blue hair looked around, confused. 

“Tyler, is that your friend?”

Tyler turned around and barreled towards his friend. 

“Ethy you made it! I missed youu!” Tyler exclaimed, tackling Ethan in a hug. Ethan had to pry Tyler off of him.

“Well of course I’d come, wait are you crying? What’s wrong?” Ethan observed. 

“I’m not crying there was just this ummmm, this craazy curse that makes a water fall on my face.” Tyler explained, thinking this is perfect, he’ll never know.

“Uh, huh. Now who’s Luca? I want to thank him for getting me.” Ethan asked, looked around again.

“I’m Luca. Thanks for coming for him. I know he appreciates it. He would not be able to drive like this. Here’s his phone. ” Luca stepped forward and held out Tyler’s phone.

“Thanks man, I appreciate it. Tyler are you ready to head home?” Ethan directed his attention back to Tyler. 

“Ooooh, youre taking me home? I cant waait. Bye Luccyyy.”

Ethan struggled to get Tyler in the car. Once on the way home, Tyler became suddenly interested in everything in the car. 

“Eeeeth, can we do karaokaaay?” Tyler begged, opening and closing the air conditioning vent.

“Karaoke? I guess.” Ethan answered, turning on the radio. Tyler cheered. The song on was “Chandelier”. Tyler began screeching along with the song and Ethan couldn’t help but to laugh and sing along. The rest of the ride home went like this. 

As they neared their house, “All of Me” began to play. Tyler belted along, messing up the lyrics, and then completely improvised the chorus. 

“ ’Cause ooooliveee meat  rubs ooooliveee juice, blue blue blue blue hair all your hair is blue blue blue. Give your soull to me, give my soull to you. I like your bluee face ohhhhhh ohhh.”

Tyler finished his version of the chorus as they pulled into their driveway. His version caught Ethan off guard, and he blamed it for Tyler being drunk. That didn’t stop his face from flushing.  

“Ethan did youu like my song for you, ohmygod you are so red are you sunburnt? I’ll fight the sun for you.” Tyler became concerned while he examined Ethan’s blush.

“No, no, no. I’m fine. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” He avoided the subject of his flushed face and helped Tyler out of the car.

“Okay! Bye-bye Mr. Radio!”

this dreadful, terrible ‘it’

pierre bezukhov (great comet) x reader
~1300 words

Pierre is feeling low. You decide to comfort him. 

author’s note : I was on my roof when I decided to write this and I went on my roof the same night I finished this lmao

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  • James Potter to Why has prongs added evans? :
  • James: Lily you left your book at the house yesterday.
  • Peter: oooooo why was she at our house james. why.
  • James: she was studying with Remus you prick. Change the name of this group.
  • Sirius: No way you trashed our group by adding her. now you have to live with the consequences.
  • Sirius Black changed the group name to; James has a boner for Evans:
  • James Potter removed Sirius Black from the group:
  • Lily: what is going on?
  • James Potter removed Lily Evans from the group:
  • .
  • James: hey Lily you want to come over and revise?
  • Lily: you do a biology degree? I do history??
  • James: divorced. beheaded. died. divorced. beheaded. survived.
  • Lily: ...
  • James: I'm also ordering pizza for everyone.
  • Lily: I'll be there at 6.
  • .
  • Remus: Sirius you need to stop annoying Lily.
  • Sirius: what??? how dare you... Evans loves me
  • Lily: you piss me off Black
  • Sirius: betrayal...
  • Lily: i'm sorry but you took about a thousand photos on my phone of your newly done eyebrows and filled up all my storage.
  • Sirius: you should b honoured.... Remus would b
  • Remus: Sirius, I have to spend enough time with you showing me in person.. I really don't need pictures.
  • Sirius: you guys suck. I'm adding Jamie
  • Sirius Black added James Potter:
  • Sirius: you love my eyebrows don't you James?
  • James: of course Pads
  • Sirius: awwww see
  • Lily: but Sirius my phone isn't working because of your stupid eyebrows
  • James: fuck your eyebrows Sirius.
  • Sirius Black added Peter Pettigrew to the group:
  • Sirius: Pete, you like my eyebrows right
  • Peter: yeah i guess?
  • Sirius: haha! told you guys
  • Remus: ugh..
  • Lily: srsly
  • Peter: wait you've all been on a chat without me?
  • Peter: ...
  • Peter: hello?
  • .
  • James: Pete did you put my green jumper in the wash?
  • Peter: it was on the floor of the bathroom.. so yes I put it in the wash.
  • Peter: have you considered therapy?
  • .
  • Lily: hey can I come over and steal some of your food? I'm broke and hungry... plus your house is really warm for some reason?
  • Remus: Okay, but i must warn you James is doing shirtless karaoke in the sitting room with Sirius.
  • Lily: thats okay.
  • Remus: Is it now?
  • Lily: be quiet and come open your front door.
  • .
  • Lily Evans to; I guess she's here to stay then..:
  • Lily: oh my word Sirius I just looked... my eyebrows look amazing
  • Sirius: I told you. Say it. I'm a genius.
  • Remus: Oh be quiet Padfoot.
  • Sirius: Make me.
  • James: ugh guys take the sexual tension somewhere else pleaseeee
  • Sirius: gladly.
  • Lily: hahahahah
  • James: where are you right now?
  • Lily: coffee shop on the corner. Why?
  • James: because my house is no longer safe for my precious ears. I'm running away to find you.
  • .
  • James: oh my god shes so pretty
  • Peter: i know
  • James: and her eyes
  • Peter: I am aware
  • James: ugh and her hair
  • Peter: yup....
  • James: god she is so beautiful
  • Peter: so why aren't you telling her this?
  • James: don't be an idiot Wormtail.
  • .
  • Sirius: mooonyyyyyyyyyy
  • Sirius: moony my ray of sunshine
  • Sirius: light to my darkness
  • Sirius: hope to my dismay
  • Sirius: my brightest star
  • Sirius: mooooooonnnyyyyy
  • Remus: What.
  • Sirius: I love you.
  • Remus: ...
  • Remus: What did you do.
  • Sirius: I got jam on your jumper by accident... not a big deal i think i can clean it
  • Sirius: oh shit no i've made it worse
  • Remus: Fuck you do not touch anything I swear to God Padfoot. I'm coming home right now and stabbing you.
  • Sirius: I love you
  • Sirius: Remus?
  • Sirius: crap okay I'm hiding
  • .
  • Lily: Rem you're staring at Sirius' butt
  • Remus: He has a nice butt.
  • Remus: and nice hair.
  • Remus: damn I'm so gay for him.
  • Lily: I would hope so, you've been together for like two years now?
  • Remus: He has great eyes too..
  • Lily: James has nice eyes
  • Remus: :-) what
  • Lily: What? Me? What?
  • Lily: pretend i didn't just send that
  • Lily: my point is you're staring at Sirius' butt and the lecturer has noticed and is glaring at you.
  • Remus: oh shit.
  • .
  • James Potter changed the name of the group to; Party tonight and we are all going bitches get yourselves ready:
  • Remus: That's really how you're going to announce it?
  • Sirius: gets the point across, I like it
  • James: thanks pads
  • James: I've invited Lily too.
  • Peter: oooooooo
  • James Potter added Lily Evans to the group:
  • Lily: woo hoo party!!!
  • .
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'James got drunkkkkk af':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'Lily got smashed':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'and they totally kissed':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'like a proper snog alll nightttt longggggg':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'James wants to sleep with Evans':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'and now he finally knows Evans wants to bang him tooooooo':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'they in loveeeeeeeeee':
  • James Potter removed Sirius Black from the group:
  • Remus: He's not wrong though...
  • Lily Evans removed Remus Lupin from the group:
  • Peter: what no how did i miss this historical moment!!!!!
  • James Potter removed Peter Pettigrew from the group:
  • .
  • James: hey
  • Lily: hi
  • James: how you feeling?
  • Lily: okay i guess...
  • James: cool cool cool...
  • Lily: look about last night-
  • James: about last night
  • Lily: haha...
  • James: I'd do it again.
  • Lily: what?
  • James: I mean if you wanted to obviously! and not like drunk and sloppy like last night haha... but i would kiss you again... if you would want me to... I mean i know we're just friends and stuff but... you're really pretty is what I'm trying to say....
  • Lily: I'd like that.
  • James: what?
  • Lily: if you kissed me again.
  • .
  • James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to the group:
  • Lily: I'm still here.
  • James: :-)
  • Lily: :-)
  • This was inspired by another post like this i saw a while back, but now can't find, and from suggestion i recently got.
  • Send me in any other ideas!

anonymous asked:

I LOVE UC! Every chapter fills me with delight! ^^ So I hope you won't take this as criticism, because I'm just curious: I was surprised Victor didn't seem to be blaming himself for being too clingy (cling film!) at the beginning of Ch 5. What made you decide to have him react the way he did? I guess I want to know more about that little scene from Victor's POV you mentioned you did! XD

I’m putting my answer under a cut because spoilers for chapter 5.

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Little notice (with a lot of spoilers)

I just realised that yesterday I’ve been flooding my dash “a bit” with stuff about Rika and V. So I need to do it again today =D (srsly sorry if it was a bit too much) As you saw I’m on the unpopular opinion boat with my support for Rika and my grudge against V. I think it will be useful to make myself clear about something. I don’t think that Rika did nothing and is an angel. I don’t think that V is an evil mastermind who did the worst thing.

I’m just tired to see V pictured as a pure angel who is so perfect and did nothing or almost nothing bad (which is wrong) and how he is only a victim.
And Rika as just a bitch/snake.

Important note: snake are cute creature even if in reality I’ll be afraid of them. But still. Stop using them as an insult.

I just regret that because V is put in contrast with a character with major issues, his own issue are being reduced or even totally forgotten.

V is manipulative. Or at least I feel like he was before Rika snapped. The way he chose Jaehee resume for Jumin because she seemed desperate enough (I think he said something like “what about this one, she doesn’t seem ambitious” ). The way he totally ignore the fear of Rika with her therapist (I mean I’m no expert but if what she remember of her seance was “get over it” and “I’m actually a monster” I’m not surprised that she didn’t want to continue). The way he say that he find her pain beautiful. I mean he literally said that

Rika: I feel like you think my pain is beautiful.
V: You’re right everything about you is beautiful even the pain.

Don’t tell me you read that without feeling he was some sort of psycho??? Who say that to comfort someone. Who?
No shoot she lost her mind with someone who can think that way (even more since before meeting him she already had issues). Rika said after, that he was weird because he liked to observe, mediate( at least a good point for him, but does it matter with everything else?), and find her state fascinating. And then asked if he didn’t feel twisted too. Later V even say that as long Rika still love him she can destroy herself all she want. V has a problem and it’s not only because he lied to all his friend to protect someone who became a threat to literally anyone.
I also read recently that V knew nothing about Saeran that it’s Rika who did wrong. Just a second. Yes Rika became at this point a scary monster, she wanted a child to be drugged and used in her selfish plan. And it is horrible and unforgivable.
But another problem is that as far as I know Saeyoung counted on both V and Rika to protect Saeran. So here’s the problem: why did V just knew nothing??? He was the one who talked with Saeyoung, the one who promise to take care of him. So why he wasn’t more interest about his whereabout? Now from some chat, we can see that he guessed that something was wrong and it’s worse! He knew that his girlfriend was up to something bad but did nothing. Then he knew that his girlfriend was up to something bad with a kid by her side.

I think that V is aware of what he did wrong afterwards and he feel really guilty about it. And I think that his selfless side became overtaking after that (leading to the V we know). But. When it was obvious that the action of Rika involved more than him and her (and I’m not even mentioning the other people in the cult) he should have, I don’t know, call the autority ? or at least call the childhood friend that have access to the best doctor in the world if he wanted to still hide Rika?

V is not an angel. When we “met” him(when we end up in the RFA) he feel guilty and he is working on himself and he is trying to fix his mistake. And then proceed to failed the last. But I don’t think he is just a sweetie. In that sense, I’m really expecting his route, to understand better this character.

And I’ll be short about Rika because I must admit there’s not a lot of positive thing
(reminder: her actual parent rejected her, her new parents rejected her, she meet a lover who accept her as she is *hope :D* and then tell her that he likes to see her in pain *nope D:*. She suffers from mental illness and even if “you share [insert depression and/or anxiety and/or another problem you deduce from her actions here] with her and still didn’t start a cult” 1- as far as I know two people can have the same mental illness and be affected in different way 2- she stayed 3 weeks in therapy and I don’t think it was enough to make a diagnosis about all she suffered of. And if it is usually enough to do so: again she had a bad therapist.)

At the end of the secret ending 1, the last thing that we heard about Rika was an heartbreaking scream. Before that I was fine with a Rika being killed (at this moment I hated her like the fandom) or ending up in jail. From here you can say it’s not really an argument, but I felt like the scream that we heard was from the girl who wanted to get help, who wanted to get better and just realised she became the thing she was scared of the most.

And from this moment. She can’t talk. In the game they say she just don’t talk but she seemed to be almost entirely disconnect to reality. And people seemed to want to punish that. If she was conscious okay but she seemed to be a walking vegetable. Why do you want to put in jail someone like that? What’s the purpose? She already seemed trapped in her mind!

In the beginning of the relationship between V and Rika, actually V was the one being manipulative but then Rika started to do it too and did it worse than him. And it’s there that V became nicer (and a victim too) and Rika became a monster.

PS: If someone know how to put text under read more on mobile, I would gladly do so ^^’

winvhesters-deactivated20170905  asked:

yaaaas bitch! you go mads! so proud of how far you've come! (and what kind of friend would i be if i didn't request a drabble?? i'd like 8, 9, & if you don't mind me requesting a third choice, i'd also like you to use 20!) dean x reader of course 🖤🖤🖤

B!!! Thank you my love!! I’m so glad you could request, you always combine the best prompts! Hope you enjoy

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

You sat on the couch, watching whatever channels managed to connect to the TV in the bunker. It was so quiet without Sam and Dean home, you were willing to suffer through the soap-opera reruns just for some noise. You smiled to yourself, thinking how Dean would probably enjoy these shows, but the thought just made you remember the ache in your stomach. You were sad and worried and nearly sick; Sam and Dean had left two days ago for a hunt, and had yet to come home or contact you at all. It was normal for hunts to go on longer than usual, but not without at least an update text here and there. Suddenly, you heard the loud thud of the bunker’s metal door. Your heart raced for a moment, until that familiarly gruff voice called out.

           “Y/n?” Dean shouted, a slight strain in his tone. You jumped from the couch and raced to him, not wasting a second before wrapping your arms around him.

           “Oh Dean,” you murmured against his chest. “I’ve been so worried.”

           “Woah there,” he laughed, his footing barely steady. “I’ve missed you too, baby girl.”

           You pulled back slightly and gasped. You had barely even looked at him before entering his arms, but red poured all down the side of his face.

           “Is that blood?” you exclaimed, already running to grab the med kit from the wall. He had initially teased you for putting it up, but it came in handy more times than either of you could count. He raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his face as you returned to him.

           “Is that my shirt?

           You blushed, looking down at the oversized tee you had thrown on. It was so nice when you had first put it on; it smelled just like him.

           “I missed you, okay.” You rolled your eyes, pulling up a chair for him to sit in. “Just sit down and let me take care of you.

He obeyed gratefully, wincing as you used a cotton swab with alcohol to clean his wound.

“Sorry,” you said, grimacing at his pain. “Where’s Sam?”

“He didn’t get hurt so he stayed to clean up a little.” He shrugged. “I just wanted to come home to let you know I was okay.” You smiled, thankful that he knew you so well.

“It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches, but you must’ve banged your head pretty hard. Some bandages and a few days in bed should do you some good,” you diagnosed, continuing to patch him up.

“Please,” he scoffed. “You know I don’t do downtime”

“Well you’re not going to be of any use if your passing out every two seconds, now are you?” you insisted, still working on him. He was quiet for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess,” he huffed, crossing his arms like a child. You smiled, rolling your eyes as you knelt to be eyelevel with him.        

“I promise, we’ll find some way to keep it fun.” He smirked at your comment, grabbing your face to kiss you softly.

“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “I’ve definitely missed you.”

Wanna request a drabble?

The One Where Jordis Learns How to Write Country Music and Intimidate Men

This is the story of how I wrote a song on a whim and put the fear of God into my sister’s ex-boyfriend.

Late one night I was thinking about all the creeps my sisters have to deal with, featuring a certain ex boyfriend who had been convinced I was trying to sabotage his relationship with my little sis. Not saying I that liked them together, but anyone who knows my sister at all knows that she is her own woman. I got inspired and started jotting down some lyrics, and before I knew it I had written a country song. I don’t really listen to country music, but country is the music of shotguns. If you’re going to sing about shotguns, the rules say it has to be country or “Angel with a Shotgun,” and that’s already taken.

Anyway, the finished song said over the top things like “mess with her and you’ll burn” and “they say that blood’s thicker than water/well, we’re about to find out.” Generally warnings that could only be fulfilled if I actually intended to stalk and kill these people.

I was really pleased with myself because I’d never written a song before, and I posted a happy status about it on Facebook. My little sister’s ex was among the people who expressed interest in it, so I posted it to Facebook and tagged him in it.

Two hours later, Ex messaged me.

Dude knew he’d been Taylor Swift-ed. He wasn’t the only person I tagged, but apparently he saw himself in the lyrics. He apologized for how he treated her, said he’s learned from his mistakes, he should have listened to me, blah blah blah and so forth. It’s a wall of text and reeks of panic.

Thing is, poetry and truth are very different animals. Yeah, at the base of the song was a very real desire to protect my sisters from men who don’t respect boundaries and a frustration at their actions. But at the same time, I don’t subscribe to revenge, and I am (almost) never violent.

Most importantly, I was a 115 lb weakling who still feels faint at the sight of blood. If you were to go into battle and had to choose between me and a limp rag, I would recommend bringing the limp rag. At least you could dip it in water and flick people with it or something. 

Yet somehow or another, I unintentionally managed to make myself an object of fear in this young man’s eyes. As I’ve already mentioned, I’m not big on revenge, so instead of terrorizing him further I told him I didn’t tag him to call him out, I know he’s changed, the song wasn’t about him specifically (technically true).

Jump forward a year later, and he’s asking me for relationship advice.

I doubt anyone will ever find this as funny as I do, and that’s okay. Also, holy crap, is this how it feels for big guys when they intimidate people? I can see how it gets addicting. Dang.

anonymous asked:

Can you do 1 on that fanfiction thing?

Yes, I can! And we’re sticking with Jackcrutchie because they have gone from being adorable and cute to true OTP. Here we are…

Jack stared at the clock in the corner of the room, willing the hands to start moving faster. Behind him, he could hear Romeo and Specs chanting “summer, summer, summer.” They were so close. So close to freedom. Jack felt a soft tap at his elbow and turned, surprised at how nervous Crutchie looked. “Hey, can I talk to you ‘bout something?” Crutchie asked. The blonde boy scuffed his shoe on the floor, twisting his hands anxiously.

“Yeah, of course,” Jack assured his friend. “What’s up?”

“Well, I just gotta tell you–”

Crutchie was cut off as the bell rang and Romeo and Specs started scream-singing “What Time Is It” from High School Musical. Jack smirked, smacking Romeo in the back of the head as the two boys skipped joyfully out of the class room. “Idiots,” he muttered, turning back to Crutchie. “Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“Um, I just wanted to say good-bye, I guess.”

“It’s just a summer,” Jack reassured, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders. “Before you know it, we’ll be back in this hell.”

Crutchie shook his head. “N-no, I’m not coming back. My parents are moving and so I won’t be coming back here.”

Jack’s stomach plummeted uncomfortably. Crutchie was moving? That couldn’t be true. The kid had just gotten there at the beginning of the year and they were just becoming friends. They hadn’t hung out outside of class or lunch, but Jack was planning on changing that next year, after they had been friends for a while. Jack had even hoped that he would be able to work up enough courage to ask Crutchie to prom the next year, when they would be juniors. And, now, Crutchie was saying he would be gone. “Really?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. My dad… We just gotta go. I don’t know where, yet. It’s…” Crutchie shrugged. “So, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for being such a great friend to me when I moved here. Um, sometimes, it’s hard for me to make friends, but you made it easy. And, uh, I made you a card,” Crutchie added, shoving a white envelope into Jack’s hands. “Thank you.” With that, Crutchie nodded, before hurrying out of the room.

Jack tore the envelope open, pulling out a standard white card that had been decorated with cat and dog stickers and two stick figures, one with a crutch tucked under his right arm. There was an asterisk near the stick people and a note at the bottom of the card cover read, “I know, I know. I can’t draw. You’d have made it so much cooler, but I couldn’t ask you to decorate your own card, right?”

Jack flipped the card open, smiling at some more stickers that dotted the inside. He focused on the rushed handwriting, reading the card, once, twice, three times, before looking up in a panic. It wasn’t just the standard good-bye and thank you card that Jack had expected; right at the end of the card, Crutchie had written, “I know that this doesn’t matter anymore, but you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met. And the cutest. I kinda like you, Jack Kelly. I just want the best for you!”

If Jack had known that Crutchie had liked him, he would never have let him walk out of that door without knowing for a certainty that he would ever see the other boy again. Jack dashed into the crowded high school hallway, searching for a familiar blonde head and bright yellow backpack. Surely, Crutchie was still here. He had to be. He couldn’t have just disappeared for forever.

Jack tore through the hallway, shoving kids out of the way if they made the mistake of blocking his path. Did Crutchie ride the bus? Did his parents pick him up? Did he have a carpool that Jack didn’t know about? Jack had no clue and he had no idea where he should even start looking for the other boy. 

“Whoa, Jack, where’re ya going so quickly?” Race asked, grabbing Jack’s backpack and pulling the other boy to a stop. “School’s out; ya don’t gotta run from Snyder anymore.”

“No, let go,” Jack said, trying to push Race away from him, but Race held onto the backpack. 

“Not until you tell me what’s up,” Race teased.

Jack had no other choice. He had to find Crutchie before the kid disappeared out of his life forever. Jack slipped his arms out of his backpack and took off running once more. He ignored Race’s shouts to come back and grab his crap, and pushed out of the school’s front doors. 

For a moment, the sun blinded him, but Jack blinked away the bright light, begging his eyes to adjust quickly. He whirled around, searching for Crutchie. The kid couldn’t have gotten that far. How long had he read the note? It wasn’t that long, was it?

There, across the parking lot, Jack saw Crutchie making his way to where parents would pick up the high schoolers who did not have cars. “Crutchie!” Jack shouted, but the other boy didn’t hear him. With a growl of frustration, Jack took off running once again. He nearly got hit by student drivers three separate times, but Jack wasn’t willing to stop for anything. He needed to talk to Crutchie.

Finally, Jack reached the small ramada that students sat under while they waited for their parents to arrive. “Crutchie!” Jack called out again, sliding to a stop in front of the other boy. 


“Did you mean this? Is this true?” Jack asked, shaking the now-crumpled card. 

Crutchie seemed to shrink into himself. He looked away from Jack, nodding softly. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jack replied, pausing to catch his breath. “Me, too.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Jack shook his head. “No, I like you, too.”

“What?” Crutchie whispered. 

“Yeah, I like you. I… I never said anything because I didn’t think– And now you’re moving.”

Crutchie’s face fell. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Jack said, punching Crutchie lightly in the shoulder. “Stop saying sorry.”

“Sor– I mean, okay.”

Jack grinned. “Can I give you my number?”

“Um, yeah, of course,” Crutchie agreed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

It only took a moment for Jack to put his number in Crutchie’s phone. He smirked as he handed it back. “Now, I’m guessing that your family isn’t moving this week, yeah?”

“Not until July,” Crutchie confirmed.

“Okay, so we got two months to spend so much time together that you’ll be sick of me by the end of it. So, you better text me.”

Crutchie nodded. “I will, Jack. Trust me, I will.”

Trapped by the Eyes of a Demon (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Could you do a feelsy Patrick imagine based in the young blood chronicles where the reader is already dating Patrick and she gets kidnapped as well and he ends up hurting her/almost killing her when he’s a demon?

“Maybe you shouldn’t go to work today” I say worriedly, scrunching my eyebrows in concern as I read over the newspaper. “Anti-Music Cult Threat Heightened - Musicians Gone Missing” screams out from the front page, along with pictures of a couple musicians who have gone missing recently, including Big Sean.

“I can’t just not go,” Patrick says from across my kitchen, “we’re right in the middle of an album”

“Patrick” I say in exasperation, waving the newspaper at him. He rolls his eyes with a smile.

“There’s nothing to worry about, babe I promise, we’re just going in the studio, we’re not going to get kidnapped by some crazy cult”

I just give him a pointed look. Sighing, he walks over and presses a kiss to my forehead “We’ll be okay I promise, but I gotta go”

I follow him to the door, kissing him goodbye. Halfway out the door, he stops, looking down at his shirt. “Do you think the guys will notice I’m wearing the same thing as yesterday?” he asks me.

“Probably not,” I say with a laugh, “but maybe bring a change of clothes next time you stay over?”

Patrick nods in agreement, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and heads out to his car. I watch as he gets in, and drives away , hoping that what he promised is true.


I hardly hear from Patrick all day, only a quick text at night, saying he got home but he’s exhausted so he’s gonna crash, and he’ll see me later. My worry finally fades with that text, and I fall asleep, no longer fearing for him or the guys.


I’m making coffee in the kitchen the next morning when my cell phone rings, and I look over to see it’s Pete. Pausing only to wonder why Pete is up so early, I answer. “Hey , Pete, what’s up?”

“(Y/N), thank god, is Patrick with you?” He asks frantically.

“No why?” I ask concerned.

“Shit!” Pete yells through the phone.

“Pete! What is going on? Isn’t he at home?” I ask, terrified for the answer.

“No he’s not. (Y/N), I think he was kidnapped, by the cult”

“No, no” I say slowly, “ He can’t have been, he made it home last night”

“No, no he didn't” Pete says angrily, “and I have proof”

“What is it?” I ask shocked.

“They… they, um” he hesitates.

“What Pete?” I yell, needing to know,

“They left a bag on my front door, and it, um, had his right hand in it” He says in a scared voice.

The image of Patrick’s hand and my own terror nearly cause me to throw up, but I force myself to stay calm. “Okay, well that means he’s still alive right?” I say, voice cracking, “So what do we do?”

“We have a plan to get him back. Meet Joe at the gas station on 7th in fifteen minutes okay?”

“Okay I’ll be there” I say determinedly.

“Okay, good, “I’ll see you soon. And (Y/N)?”


‘Be safe”

”You too Pete” I say, still trying to hide the fear in my voice, before I hang up.

I give myself thirty seconds to freak out before I move into action, throwing on some jeans and sneakers, and putting my hair up into a ponytail.

I run out of the house and hop into my car, ignoring all speed limit signs as I race to meet Joe in time. Luckily, I make it there, and as I pull into a spot, I see Joe. I get out and start to walk towards him, but something’s wrong. I see a woman in a mask, sneaking up behind him. I go to yell out to warn him, but once I open my mouth, someone slips a cloth over my mouth and blackness starts to overtake my vision.


When I wake up, I’m extremely disoriented, and tied down to a chair. I’m not sure where I am exactly, the room I’m in is almost completely dark, and I’m completely alone. I struggle against the ropes tying me, but they don’t budge. I decide to start by getting the gag out of my mouth, so I start using my tongue and my lips to try and force it out. What feels like hours later, I finally get it out, and I start to scream, desperately hoping someone can hear me. To my surprise, someone does. The door flies open and Pete stumbles in, slamming the door behind him.

“Pete!” I say in relief, but that dies in my throat when he moves closer. He looks terrible, eyes wide with fear and adrenaline, covered in blood, and badly injured by the looks of it.

“(Y/N), thank god you’re okay! I should never have gotten you involved” he says, rushing forward and working on the ropes.

“What’s going on Pete? Are you okay?” I ask as he pulls at the ropes.

“We’ve all been captured by that fucking cult,” Pete says angrily,”we’re in some kind of hideout of theirs or something, I’m pretty sure the others are here, we just need to find them”

“He finally pulls the ropes all the way off and I hug him tightly. “Okay, let’s go get them back” I say with determination, pulling away. He stares back with a hard look in his eyes and nods his head. We cautiously leave the room I was in, peering down the long dark hallway. We check every room we pass but most are locked, or empty. Finally, after narrowly avoiding one of the psychotic girls roaming the hallways, we hear music coming from behind a set of glass doors, and when we push them open, Patrick is strapped to a chair, surrounded by weird machines and radios. We rush up to him, trying to free him.

“Patrick, you’re okay!” I say rushing towards him. But when he whips his head around to look at me, it isn’t his normal beautiful eyes that stare back, but a harsh, evil yellow. I blanch looking at him.

“Patrick?” I ask quietly.

He does nothing but struggles against his straps.

“Pete. Something’s wrong with him” I say panicked.

“I know, but we need to get him out of here” He says, moving forward and shoving a hook onto Patrick’s hand - or where his hand used to be.

Patrick lets out a horrendous yell, but before I can react, I feel sharp prick on my neck, and the darkness takes over again.


This time when I wake up, I’m slumped in the corner of a room, hunched over on the cold tile. I struggle to rise up, the protest of my muscles and joints telling me I’ve been in this awkward position for a long time, probably hours. Painfully, I rise up from the floor, hand feeling at the pain throbbing in my forehead, only to discover a gash across it. Wincing in pain, I look around the room I’m in. Weirdly enough, it looks like a hospital exam room. I walk gingerly over to the cabinets on one wall, and rummage through them until I find a bandage to wrap my head. Finally, I walk over to my door, and peek out in the hallway. I slip into the hallway as quietly as possible, clutching the wall as I walk along, my head wound making everything hazy. I figure out that I’m definitely in a hospital- but it appears to be run down or abandoned for some reason. I see Andy and Pete run into a room, and I hurriedly go to follow them. I make it to the door, and through the window I see something that doesn’t immediately register. Pete and Andy stand closest to the door, staring at Patrick. Patrick’s face is the only one I can see, and it’s filled with horror as he looks down at someone lying on a chair next to him. But as I look over, it’s not a person, it’s a body, and it’s Joe. Terror coils in my gut as the scene hits me. In the corner of my eyes red and blue lights flash, but all I can do is stand and stare through the window, and I let out a single, choking sob, eyes filling with tears. Patrick hears and glances up, face crumpling even more when he sees me. Not two seconds pass before I feel hands grab my arms and pull me away.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re not getting away that easily” a voice snarls in my ear, and for the third time in two days, I fall into darkness.


This time, I don’t wake up hazy, or confused, or alone. Instead, I wake up screaming. The jagged edge of the knife drags along the skin on my chest, and I immediately try to pull away from the source of the pain, only to find that i’m once again tied to a chair.

“There she is” a woman sneers in front of me, “Sorry love, but I was beginning to think you would never wake up, also I was bored”

She pulls the knife away with a bored look in her face, and tosses it to the side. I remain silent, looking around, trying to figure out where I am. It looks like an ordinary office, except for the anti music symbols littering the walls. I flinch when I spot what looks like a hand floating in water on the desk. But it isn’t until I see the tattoo that I realize who’s hand it is. I blanch and look away, avoiding that and the insane woman in front of me.

“What do you want with me” I ask angrily, “I’ve done nothing to you”

“You’re right, darling,” the woman says, running a finger along my cheek, to my disgust, “you’re just here to see the show”

“What show?” I demand.

“Oh just wait, I think you’ll love it” she says with a smirk. Her smirk grows wider as we hear the sounds of crashing and shattering glass coming from outside this room almost as if something’s being destroyed. She grins wickedly, throws a wink at me, grabs a megaphone and stalks out of the room. I hear loud yelling and chanting coming from outside, but I still breath a sigh of relief because she’s gone. I glance down at my chest, the angry cut has finally stopped bleeding, but the cuts stings and burns if I move at all. The blood has run down and stained the front of my shirt and dripped onto my jeans, which are ripped and dirty anyway. Bruises color my arms and hands where I’ve been manhandled and dragged along in the last two day. But the worst of it all, is that there is absolutely no way to get out of these ropes by myself.

The crazed leader returns all too soon, and throws herself in her office chair triumphantly. Mere seconds later, a man is thrown into the room, and I let out a strangled gasp. Standing in front of the desk, beaten, bloodied, but alive, is Patrick. He turns towards me, and once again those poisonous yellow eyes look back angrily. Recognizing me, he simply cocks his head to the side, turning back towards the psychopath, who’s watching with fascination. For the next half hour, I watch in confusion and fear as she hands Patrick instruments, records, and other music related items. Every time I expect him to revolt, but every time he destroys it. Finally, apparently satisfied, the blonde woman hold her hand up to stop him.

“Only one more thing to destroy, my lovely little Patrick” she says with an evil smile, pointing towards me, “ and it’s your pretty little girlfriend”

I gasp as Patrick whips around to face me, yellow eyes fixing onto my face. An angel, hidden behind the eyes of a demon. Slowly, he stalks towards me, grabbing the knife off of the desk.

“Patrick, please, no” I beg, pulling against my ropes, “it’s me, (Y/N), please you don’t want to do this”

My begging has no affect on him, and he reaches towards me, harshly grabbing my left arm. Without any emotion whatsoever, he picks a spot right below the inside of my elbow, and begins cutting. Despite my initial hope to stay strong and silent, I can’t help but scream as the knife is dragged through my skin again and again . Right before I pass out from the pain, it stops. Patrick stands up, grinning sickeningly down at me, gloating. I brave a look down at my arm. Roughly carved into my skin is the very same anti music symbol that covers the walls. At the sight I begin crying tears, not only of pain, but of sorrow.

“Nice touch” the woman cackles, “but it’s time to finish her”

Patrick takes two last steps towards me, raising the knife.

“Wait!” I scream, successfully making him hesitate.

“Patrick this isn’t you! They’re trying to change you, to ruin you, but you can’t let them! Music is your entire life, it saved you and gave you purpose. You love it, and you love Andy, and Joe, and Pete, they’re your family now! And you love me!”  I plead with him, tears drowning my vision.” Please don’t do this”

I think I see his eyes flicker back to their original color, but I can’t tell if it was real, or if I just wanted to see it too badly.

Patrick stabs the knife into my thigh.

I let out a horrible scream, doubling over in pain, and Patrick shoves be back ripping out the knife, and holding it up again.

“Whatever happens Trick, this isn’t your fault, I don’t blame you, and I will always love you more than anything” I force out through the pain. He hesitates again.

“I love you Patrick, just don’t let them win” I plead, blackness flicking at the edge of my vision.

Patrick eyes flicker, and slowly the yellow fades.

“(Y/N)?” Patrick asks in horror, as the knife clatters to the ground.

“Don’t let them win” I whisper, before willingly letting the darkness take me.


I wake up slowly, and as I crack my eyes open, the light floods in, not darkness. I pry my eyes open to the hospital room around me, and immediately see Patrick sitting in a chair, staring out the window of the room.

“Patrick?” I ask hesitantly, voice cracking from my dry throat.

He turns around immediately, standing and rushing to the bed. He drops to his knees next to my bed, gingerly grabbing my hand, visibly blanching at the bandage wrapped around my arm. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry. The-the doctors, they didn’t know if you were ever gonna wake up, you lost so much blood and you had head trauma, and all of it, all of it was my fault” He sobs, head down on my bed.

My heart breaks for him, and I squeeze his hand. “Patrick look at me” I say softly, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine. I gasp and place my hand on his cheek. “Your eyes, they’re blue again” I say in utter relief, tears filling my eyes

Patrick nods silently. “It’s all over, (y/n), I promise. We didn’t let them win”

I smile at his words. “Good, because I meant what I said before, none of that was your fault, I don’t blame you for anything, because no matter what, I love you trick”

Tears brim in his eyes as he nods, visible relieved at my words. “I love you too (Y/N), more than anything”

We broken and we are bruised, but we’re safe and we’re together, and that’s all that matters.

It’s Too Late To Apologize

Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, Mary, Lucifer, reader

Pairing: Rowena/reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warning: Whump

Summary: After Lucifer tortures Rowena, it’s up to reader to take care of her.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

A/N: Been stuck on this one for weeks. I hope it turned out alright. Enjoy!

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I Should Have Cheated || Derek Luh Part 2 *Requested*

Here is PART 1 


As the song finished, I couldn’t help but to bawl. I felt like an idiot, used, unappreciated and naïve. How could I be so blind as to not see that he was cheating on me? All those times that he said he loved me, was it even true? Or was it to make sure he could get into my pants? I really loved him, hell, I still do love him. But I refuse to be someone’s doormat, especially someone who’s lied to me countless times. 

Shit, where am I? I look around and see a hotel is only 5 miles away. I guess that’s better than sleeping in my car. I pull into the Ramada Hotel parking lot and touch up my face. I don’t need people I don’t know to see that I’ve been crying. I finally check in and realize I have no bags. Just my phone, charger and my wallet. Just my fucking luck.

I get to my room and try to decompress everything that just happened. I end up going through my photos and texts messages between Derek and I. How could he ruin something so perfect? We were supposed to get married and have kids. Guess that’s not happening now. 

Derek’s POV:

FUCK! How the hell did she find that video?! How could she just leave without letting me explain? I don’t even know what to do right now. I love her and I fucked it up. She’s never going to take me back. Not this time. I need help to get her back.

Delaney’s POV:

“No Carly. He is not cute and you’re drunk at 4:30 in the afternoon HAHA! Go home before you sleep with a -7. I’ll call you tomorrow.” As I put down my phone, it signaled me that I got a text message. 

Whoa, what the hell? What does that even mean? You know what, fuck this. I need answers.


I don’t know how it’s helping, but starring at this hotel ceiling is really peaceful. I was just about to clear my mind when… *VIBRATES*

Even though Derek was pretty much Satan to me right now, Delaney was the complete opposite. 

Delaney kept her word and was there in 30 minutes. I went to the front office and checked out of the room. When I was done, I got in my car and tailed her back to her apartment. We got in and I saw a picture of Derek and I on her foyer table. No matter how hard I tried not to, this time I couldn’t help the tears rushing down my face.

“Oh Sweetheart! It’s going to be okay. You’re going to get through this. You are so much stronger than some man hoe. And I know that’s my brother and I will always love him, but he is so wrong for doing this. I’ve never been so just, ugh with him. Is there anything I can do?” I loved her for being so concerned about me, but I didn’t even know what I needed. My mind hadn’t processed that far.

“I don’t know. I want to stop loving him, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. At least not anytime soon. I don’t even think he loved me. That’s the funny part about all of this.”

“There is no doubt in my mind that he loved you. You were the best thing that happened to him and he knew that. He’s selfish, Y/N. He needs to grow up.”

She was right, but I can’t wait around for him to do so. At least not anymore. I’m not going to let him have control over me. I’m stronger than this. I am more important than this and I matter. It’s time for me to show that.

*2 weeks later*

It’s time I stop hiding and be me again. Even though I live with Delaney now, I will never be in Derek’s life the same way. And I’m okay with that.

“Hey Girlie, I heard you singing to some badass music earlier. Does that mean you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, I am. I talked to Derek and told him that I would be coming by to pick up the rest of my stuff that wasn’t picked up a few weeks ago. Thank you again for doing that. I wasn’t in the right mindset to do so then.”

“Absolutely. I had to talk to him face to face anyway.”

“How was he?”

“Destroyed. He’s still working and the boys were keeping him company, but he wasn’t the same. Have you talked to him about it at all?”

“No. I talked to Swazz though. He was just checking in.”

“Do you forgive him? Derek.” I never gave her a straight answer. I just wanted to get the rest of my stuff form his place.

We arrived at his house and I was greeted with a hug from KDL.

“You know he misses you. He was just thinking with the wrong head that night.”

“I know.” I stepped past him and he let me in the house. That’s when I saw Derek. He looked like hell, but he was still powering through to get his work done. I gave him a half ass wave and headed to the bedroom. I know he’ll follow me.

“You know I love you,” I heard from behind me. 

I turned around and looked at him, “I know, I love you too. I always have, Derek.” I saw Delaney and a few of the boys walk in and start carrying out my belongings.

“So then where does that leave us, Y/N? Do you forgive me? You say you love me, but you’re still moving your shit out.”

“It leaves us where we are. I forgave you weeks ago, but not for you. I had to forgive you for me because I matter. Whether you see that or not.”

“Of course I know that! God, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be without you. None of those other hoes matter. You’re right, you do mater! And you have to know that you matter to me.” It looked like he was about to cry, but I honestly didn’t care. I didn’t fuck this up. He did.

“I used to know that, but now I don’t know what to believe. After being lied to for almost 3 years, it’s hard to believe anything you say.”

“So you are still mad.” I looked behind him when I saw Delaney walk back in.

“Hey, ready to go when you are.” She said it in voice that almost said ‘I’m sorry, but you can do this’.

I gave her a nod and looked Derek back in his beautiful brown eyes. The eyes I used to look to for hope or reassurance. When I didn't see that anymore, I knew it was time. I gave him one last hug and kissed his lips.

“I’m not mad. I’m just done.” With that, I walked out of his room, out of his house and out of his life.

Author’s Note: Here is part 2 of the Derek Luh Smut, I Should Have Cheated. This was requested and I hope you all like it!

Mystic Messenger: Male Mc Fourth Day Casual Route ??:?? am Loneliness, the effect it has.

I’m so sorry you guys. Really you can skip this one. I was feeling these horrible pangs and I just needed to write them through. Zack is the closet character to me so I used him to help me get through this. I know it’s not Male MC day for Mysme, but…I just wanted this out of my head and heart. :) Have a good day. 

I love you all. 

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He closed his phone and sighed. That felt pretty good to get off his chest. He smiled and tapped his fingers against his phone…but something started to rise in his chest as he stared at the black blank screen. No…No not this feeling again. He grabbed his chest in pain and forced himself to smile. ‘It’s okay. It’s okay.’ He told himself. He felt his stomach drop and his forced smile started to feel like a joke.


He was good at hiding it. So good in fact no one who met him would even think that he was screaming inside. And in his mind this was such a petty feeling. Why should he feel sorry for himself? So what?…I’m alone. He looked around the empty apartment. He was…the only thing in here. He started to mumble to himself trying to fill in the closing void.

Selfish bastard. He thought to himself. Just…ignore it. Like always.

He felt a sudden urge to click open the app again and text someone. No, that was too selfish. What did he think he was to them? A best friend? No. He was just a man who got roped into this. He couldn’t go to them to talk to. That was selfish. Right? He’d only written so many things to them. And was he even writing them as Zack. Truly, truly as Zack? No. He was writing as a fun, laid back man. Not as someone who was faking it hoping one day he’d make it, or at least find just a glimpse of where he would make it.

His chest tightened even more and he forced himself to smile bigger. He knew it was okay to feel this way but he hated it. He hated that he knew this feeling was lingering so far in the back of his head. His ‘best friend’ only talked when they needed something. And when he wanted to speak and just let go some emotions there was no room for him.

He could only hear his breathing now.

And why bring it up to his parents? Saying how he really felt would just make him look mopey and he didn’t want that. No. No matter what they thought of his sexuality didn’t matter. He knew they really did love him, he was their only child, and they cared for him. They wanted to make sure he was happy. So he made sure he always looked happy.

Every thing is fine.

The room was too quiet and he felt stupid for even thinking these thoughts. He put on his headphones and opened YouTube. That at least could curb the creeping quiet that was slowly consuming him. He reached over for his charger as he quickly just picked something from the suggestion box. Ah… it hit him. No. He already knew. Pathetic, he thought, what am I? A preteen? He swallowed a hard lump in his throat. He just…wanted someone laying beside him. Someone who would look over and smile, they would talk, they would hold hands.


He plugged his phone in and pushed the feeling away. That was… that was the truth. He looked at the screen but didn’t register anything. All it was to him was just loud noise. He ran a hand through his hair and forced a smile. Concentrate on the video. Yes. Everything is okay. This is just a temporary feeling. He listened to the noise slowly feeling annoyed. This noise was just that. Noise.

The feeling of loneliness grew. He opened the internet looking up something completely random. He didn’t even care what he was doing. Don’t wallow in it you fool! God you’re a fucking idiot! He told himself as he scrolled through some random articles. His eyes scanned over the words, his brain slightly focused on something else.

Something…someone, somewhere will get rid of this. But…what am I supposed to do? He didn’t know. He honestly wanted someone to just run up to him and start talking. They’d get along and he would find their presence comforting. He wouldn’t feel nervous or afraid of making a complete ass of himself. He could just smile and feel like himself. And they would like that side of him. They would laugh and he wouldn’t have to put on a show just to get them to like him. Not that his shows were any good, he was so nervous and hated small talk. No that person would just start talking about something interesting. He wouldn’t feel on the spot they’d just…talk. He smiled. A genuine smile. That thought was so beautiful and comforting yet so fleeting.

Ha ha…things just aren’t that simple. A person isn’t going to just do that.

He opened the RFA app, unable to hold in his need to just… just say something!

    <: I just…forgot to say goodnight.
    <: So… Goodnight :)

And he closed it. He looked at the empty space in his bed and put his phone next to it.

The screen lit up.

Text From: Yoosung★

>: Goodnight!!! I had fun playing! I can’t wait to play more!

Heh, yeah it was fun. He closed the screen. Only for it to immediately light up again.

Text From: Jaehee Kang

>: You have a good night as well, Zack. Please get plenty of rest. I…will follow suit. I feel the need to sleep as well.

Good. You really deserve a rest. And immediately after that.

Text From: ZEN

>: You too! Hey, I wanna talk to you about my play. Ha ha! Not be a narcissist. I just really want to hear your thoughts. Text me in the morning or whenever you get the chance.

Sure, I’d be happy to. Zack thought. He closed his phone and looked up at the ceiling. Just…wait. And maybe one day someone will come up to me. And we’ll just start talking.


A feeling that somehow crushes you. A feeling that makes you painfully aware of your surroundings and those around you.

Yet… he knew. One day it’d go away.

Lets Destroy It


note : luke is the name of your boyfriend not sure why just the name i came up with at the time 


i was walking home from my job i only work five minutes walk down the road from the flat i share with my boyfriend, luke as i get to our apartment block i see he’s already home as his car a range rover TD6 vogue is in the usual place i don’t have a car i don’t mind walking to town for work and shopping anything else luke does i slowly but surely get to our apartment on the 13th floor and stand just about to unlock the door when i hear the voice of a woman giggling and the voice of luke i slowly open the door and i can definitely hear voices more clearly 

“come on mary” luke says

“i don't know if we should today, y/n could be home soon” the female voice replies 

“oh who cares about her” luke replies i then walk further into our apartment to see our bedroom door is open and lights coming from it i walk to it silently and look through the opening to see some girl i don't know sat on our bed in her underwear and luke sat just beside her the two of them snogging looking like any second about to have sex i can feel the tears welling up in my eyes but i dont want to burst in and make a scene so i just go to the front door again and take his car keys and leave without making at sound i run down all 13 floors to get to the ground floor i then collapse and start crying my eyes out against the wall i don't know what to do i dont even have anywhere to go,

scratch that i do have somewhere to go i then storm out the apartment block and get in his car still crying and start driving  to the only place i know i can go i get my phone and put it on the dashboard and call up my best friend thomas i know he’s back from work at the moment as i was going to see him tomorrow anyway after three rings he answers

“hey love” he says with his always sweet sounding voice

“hey tommy, i have to ask a favour” i reply still crying

“sure what” he asks sound a bit concerned 

“can i come and stay with you tonight something’s happened with me and luke” i say crying my eyes out again 

“course you walking or driving” he asks

“driving i stole his car” i reply 

“quite the criminal aren't you love its fine i'll open on the the garage doors and you can park the car there” he says

“thanks tommy see you in a sec” i say

“see you love” he replies before hanging up i then just keep driving luckily thomas doesnt live that far away from me now i know what you're thinking how the hell do i know him simple really he was my next door neighbor growing up and i've always been friends with him i have even visited him on sets before when i get to his house its huge and he has opened one of the garage doors so i just park the car in the one that's open and get out with in seconds he’s there looking as he often does when i see him not really awake in skinny jeans and a light blue button shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows looking if in honest like a teenager but when doesnt he honestly he looks me up and down noticing im crying “what the bloody hell happened” he asks stepping closer to me  looking very worried

i don't reply just burst out crying again he just takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly so im crying on his shoulder he moves his hand up and down my back to calm me down whispering calming sweet things in my ear as well till he pulls away from me as i stop crying and he takes me into the living room a large room with bookcases of games and films everywhere he sits me on the sofa then goes off into the kitchen i just sit trying to hold back my tears till he comes back with a mug of something and puts it on the table in front of me “hot chocolate, the only truly good drink for sadness” he says making me laugh before i drink some noticing its (whatever you fave sort of hot chocolate is)

“seriously” i ask

“yeah, its always here for if this was gonna happen…..on that not what exactly has happened” he asks carefully

“i got home and found luke in the arms of some girl called mary” i say “they were sat on the bed close to snogging each others faces of when i got there and i overheard him say he didn't care if i was gonna be home he was too wrapped up in her arms to care” i say starting to cry again but thomas just hugs me tightly again 

“hey it’s okay, i bet that mary wasn't half as lovely as you” he says

“she looked pretty good from what i saw” i say still crying from what i sore though the door she was beautiful much prettier and thinner than me

“well i bet you're still better than her, and lukes and idiot if he cant see that, he must be blind to want to be fooling around with some other girl when he has you” he says to me 

“awe you always know the right things to say” i reply hugging him even tighter 

“its true thought hes an idiot to think any girl is better then you, i mean if i was your boyfriend i would be begging to get home to be with you i wouldn't even look at another girl if i had you” he says to me pulling away so he says it to my face 

“awe thank you tommy, but no one has me now luke can go fuck himself for all i care, he can go have a threesum with my boss and the queen of england and i still wouldn't care” i say trying to be all brave and stuff even though i know i don't have to be with thomas

“what you gonna do with his car though” thomas asks

“i dont know maybe dump it in a ditch and text him directions to the ditch i left it in” i say drinking some more hot chocolate 

“well if you want i have an idea” he says getting up and taking my hand dragging me back to the garage when we get there he looks around some benches and stuff he has for working on cars and bikes and gives me a huge bit f metal no clue what its for in car terms he then gets something similar “Lets Destroy It” he says

“what” i ask

“lets destroy it wreck it then dump it in a ditch on fire and tell him he wants his car its on fire at where ever we dump it” he says making me laugh 

“are you sure” i ask

“sure just don't hit me in your anger” he says

“i wont” i say fluffing his hair out its normal place something he hates me doing but because he hates it that i do it at any opportunity 

“Y/N” he complains like a child “you're worse then ava for doing that” he says

“i know well ava got it from me” i smirk walking to the side of the car and hitting the mirror right off well that felt good so i continued hitting the car smashing various things and thomas has joined me now both of us destroying his car till these not much on the outside not yet destroyed so i yell stop and sit on the bonnet a bit not completely wrecked and thomas sits beside me “you all don't destroying” he asks

“for a sec” i say a bit tired after destroying his car to this extent “did you mean that” i ask him 

“mean what” he asks

“if you were my boyfriend you wouldn't do anything like that to me” i ask

“i swear by that” he says

“i bet your girlfriend wont be happy with that, then again she doesnt like me very much does she old isabel she don't much like me, thats gonna be another argument i can see when she finds out you have allowed me to stay here and you're helping me wreck my ex’s car” i say

“well i imagine she wouldn't but it doesnt involve isabel she’s my ex now” he answers 

“when did that happen tommy and why wasn’t i informed” i ask 

“happened three weeks back y/n and you went informed simply because you were working when it happened and i didn't want to bother you” he says

“it wouldn't have been a bother tommy, i like to know these things what happened” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he says quietly 

“what” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he repeats 

“what the hell thats stupid im your bestfriend what the hell does it matter if she doesnt like me if she loves you” i ask

“loved me past tense y/n if she loved me, she doesnt like the fact i have a friend that i constantly talk to thats a girl she doesnt like she just assumes i would cheat on her at any moment” he says

“awe poor you” i say putting my arm around him “well what do you need girlfriends for tommy we're two of a kind” i say laying back on the bonnet 

“yeah we are just two kids that can't hold down lovers” he laughs laying beside me 

“yeah we are, but if i was your girlfriend i would care who your friends are if there girls, boys, rodents or ghosts there your friends and if they make you happy it would make me happy to make sure you're happy” i say 

“awe thanks love” he says turning to face me i just turn to face him two looking into his deep brown eyes a second but before i've really noticed we were both stareing at each other he leaned forward and kissed me a way i have never been kissed before a little kiss sparking butterflies, fireworks and all manner of lovely things as we moved our mouths in perfect sync with each other a while almost fully making out on the bonnet of my ex boyfriends car till we both pull away “wow” he says

“yeah wow” i reply 

“why the hell did i wait this long to do that” he says

“i dont know why i waited so long either” i reply before we both re connect our lips with much more passion than before till we both pull away again “i just wanted to say” he says

“what” i ask

“this friendship of ours Lets Destroy It” he laughs

“better Lets Destroy It and taint my ex’s car” i giggle 

“you are so a little criminal” he laughs at me 

“and proud of it” i say  as we both get of the bonnet and go into the back seats the second we both sit down we are making out again my arms around his neck his around my waist but slowly moving down to my thighs in response i begin to lay back and he just crawls on top of me fiddling with my skirt before returning to kissing me i quickly move my hands from around his neck to start undoing his shirt he moans into my mouth as i do till i completely take his shirt off of him the second i do he moves away from me and pulls my shirt of tossing it away into the front seats of the car before scanning me over with his eyes but i just pull him back to kissing me he then moves to start kissing my neck and i twist a hand in his hair as he sucks on a sweet spot on my neck and i moan as he does till his hands move to my skirt again and gently pull it off me completely adding it to the pile of our clothes on the front seats before scanning me again and reconnecting our lips and i move my hands down his chest feeling his toned chest the whole way down just pausing at the top of his jeans “what you waiting for love” he asks between kisses 

“nothing” i reply letting my hand undo his jeans and pull them down slightly revealing his boxers before i gently palm him and he moans into my mouth moving his hands to my chest feeling me even though my bra making me moan as well till i let my curious hand slip under the waistband of his boxers taking hold of him in my hand “ah fucking hell” he says in response before undoing my bra and removing it with his teeth making me laugh before he reconnects our lips yet continuing all the way down my chest to the bottom of my stomach just above my knickers  before i grip his hair pulling his lips back to mine and use my other hand to completely remove his trousers and boxers leaving him naked in front of me i can't help but sit there gobsmacked i have never seen him naked before, well i say never once after the last day of school all our friends went skinny dipping in the dark lake and we hwee amongst them but it wasn't for long and dark at the time i wasn't really paying much attention but now i am “what” he asks 

“nothing just wow” i say making him laugh before he slips his hand in my knickers and slips them off throwing them with the rest of my clothes “i could say the same to you” he says making me laugh “now are you sure” he asks me

“fucking positive tommy” i giggle he just nods before kissing me again and slowly but surely pushing into me filling me up completely almost making me scream there and then before he begins thrusting into me with as much force as possible both of us screaming and shouting for a while till i can feel my climax in the pit of my stomach and i know he’s not far off either by the noises he’s making and the fact his thrusts have gotten much slower and sloppier till i climax screaming his name at the top of my voice we are so lucky he doesnt have neighbours with in seconds he comes into me mixing our juices together  and he collapses on top of me “you think we destroyed our friendship now” he asks between his breaths

“yeah thats gone” i laugh

“what about the car” he asks

“one more thing” i say sitting up pushing him off me and moving into the front seat and he sits in the other seat i get my bag from the footwell and get a pack of cigarettes as both me and thomas smoke i take one and bass the pack to him as i get my lighter and light mine and pass him the lighter as he gives me back the pack and we both sit naked and have a smoke making the car smell of both sex and smoke “well that was brilliant in my opinion” he says

“right back at you tommy” i smirk

“so what is this” he asks

“well i don't know, whatever we both want i guess” i reply

“how about boyfriend and girlfriend” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“how about date for dinner tomorrow night” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“and how about you pack your stuff at lukes and come here” he asks

“fine with me” i answer leaning over to kiss him again we both then finish our smoke and get dressed again and get out the car “tomorrow we drive it into a ditch and text him where it is and while he’s out we pack your stuff up okay” he says 

“okay” i reply letting him wrap his arm around me and lead me to his room i just sleep in my underwear as i don't have any other option.

when we both get up we dress and take the car out i drive the car even though its destroyed and thomas follows me in his car so we can go to lukes and get my stuff when i find a long deserted road quiet far away and stop the car by the side of the road right next to a ditch i  get out the car and thomas gets out his car and stands with me “i say don't light it on fire actually” he says

“i agree, but can we put it it facing out so the windshield faces the road” i say

“okay” i answers 

“wait” i say just getting an idea and getting back into my ex’s car and sitting on the driver seat thomas then sits on the passenger seat to see what im doing  i get my lipstick out my bag and write on the windshield

 “i know about mary arse hole

 piss of luke 

x y/n” 

“brilliant love” he says beside me “but if i may add something” he asks so i hand him the lipstick and he writes 

“p.s. we did it on the back seat

you cheating lying bastard

x thomas”

making me laugh “brilliant tommy” i say we both then get out the car checking anything we wants out of it and pushing it into the ditch and standing on the road looking at it as he wrapped an arm around me “that is how you get back at your ex” he says we then use my phone to send an exact map reference to luke as to where is car is and a text that says pick me up on it then get back into thomas’s car and drive to my old apartment and wait till we see luke leave out for his car then rush up to the apartment and pack up all my stuff and load it into his car rushing off before luke shows up returning to thomas’s “so lukes gonna let him fuck his little mary, now i've got his y/n” he laughs hugging me

“not his y/n, your y/n now” i giggle 

“yeah” he says

“we really destroy everything don't we” i laugh

“yep” he says