okay so this is really dumb

“Not really.”

“Again, not really.”

“Seriously though, it hasn’t.”

“We were talking with each other during the beginning of this game.”

“This is getting ridiculous.”

“Not so much the case, madam.”

“For the last time, NO.”



“NOOOOOOO-okay that one actually is justified.”

  • will: I spy with my little eye... something dark
  • nico: me
  • will: damn. okay, again. I spy with my little eye something tiny and-
  • nico: me again
  • will: wow you beat me. I spy with my little eye something cute and that smells g-
  • nico: me. the next, always me. then me and me again.
  • will: holy crap how are you so good at this game
Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

Keep reading

more texts for you bitches


[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].


[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??


[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day


[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love


[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin

hyuckwon  asked:

Omg why r people calling hyuck Pudu it sounds really cute but I'm confused??? What does it mean?? Sorry I might be sounding dumb right now :0

It’s okay!! I didn’t know what pudu was before.

Because to some people, Haechan looks like this cute smol animal called Pudu Deer:

(edit) The comparison:

and tbh I Agree™

tutor ➳ jeff atkins

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

request? No

    summary: Jeff is failing History, so his teachers solution? Get him a tutor. And that tutor happens to be you, someone who has had a crush on him since Freshman year.

pairing(s): jeff atkins x fem!reader, hannah baker x fem!reader {Platonic}

warning(s): flirty!jeff

word count: 1,170

a/n: I needed more Jeff in my life, beCAUSE I STILL THINK HE DESERVED BETTER😭💔 anyway I hope you lovelies enjoy!

{Not my Gif!}


“What are you doing, Y/N?” I looked up at the sound of my best friends voice, and there Hannah stood with hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow.

“Studying?” I replied, looking confused.

“Sureeeeeee you are,” Hannah said, smirking as she plopped down on the grass next to me, “come on, Y/N, you know you hate sitting outside when you can burn. Just admit, you’re outside because Jeff is outside with his friends.”

“Way to make me sound like a stalker,” I chuckled, playfully shoving her as I ignored the red on my cheeks, “but no, I’m really studying.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?” She asked.

“I doubt he even knows who I am,” I replied, looking at Jeff who was laughing.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t know who you were,” Hannah snorted, “you’re one of the most popular girls’ here,Y/N.”

“Because of track,” I pointed out. I was the fastest runner on our team, and usually brought the wins for us.

“Whatever you want to believe,” Hannah replied, rolling her eyes with a hint of a smile, just as the warning bell rang, “come on psycho, we have to get to Communications class. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” I gave her a sorry look, “I forgot to tell you that I have to tutor someone tonight.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Hannah gave me a warm smile as we got to our class, “sleepover after practice tomorrow?”

“Of course,” I smiled, taking my seat near Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey and Jessica Davis, “my house.”


“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for coming,” Ms. Myers, the History teacher, smiled as I walked into her classroom, where I shortly froze when I saw who I was tutoring. It was Jeff, “Mr. Atkins, this is Miss. Y/L/N, your tutor.”

Smiling his gorgeous smile, he sent me a small wave, as I awkwardly smiled back.

“I figured we could study in the library, is that okay?” I questioned, biting my lip in nerves. I mean hell, I’ve had a crush on this guy since Freshman year.

“Yeah, that’s fine, Y/N,” He nodded his head, before grabbing his stuff, and following.

“Woah, you know my name,” I mumbled to myself, not expecting him to hear, but I know he does by the chuckle that slips past his lips.

“Of course I do,” He chuckled, “you’re the reason our track team places, and you have the reputation of being the sweetest person in this school.”

“I do?” I asked shocked, it’s not like I talk to a lot of people, so I’m really surprised.

“Yeah, I was actually kind of excited to have you tutor me,” Jeff rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, as I bit back a grin and a blush.

“Why?” I asked in curiosity.

“I get the chance to talk to a pretty girl,” He murmured, and I knew my face was red.

“Let’s sit here,” I mumbled, pointing to my favorite spot in the library. We sat down quickly, and Jeff grabbed his books out, “let’s begin.”

// An hour and a half later //

“See, it’s not that bad,” I smiled, as Jeff closed his History book.

“It’s not when I have an beautiful tutor,” He flirted, and I looked down, trying to hide my smile.

“So I can’t tutor you tomorrow or Thursday,” I informed Jeff, whos’ lips formed into a pout, “but I can Friday?”

“Yeah, that’s cool, but why not tomorrow or Thursday?” He asked.

“I have a track meet tomorrow, then I’m taking Hannah dress shopping for the Formal next weekend,” I replied, smiling a little.

“Just Hannah? You aren’t going to the formal?” Jeff asked confused.

“No, um, no one has asked me, and I really don’t want to be a third wheel for Hannah and Clay,” I shrugged, as Jeff looked surprise, “why do you look surprised?”

“Just the fact that you don’t have a date,” He replied, “I figured you’d be one of the first girls to get asked.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” I shrugged, feeling kind of embarrassed.

“Damn it, Clay,” Jeff cursed under his breath, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow. I’m sure I probably wasn’t suppose to hear that, by the look of his face.

“Nothing,” He shook his head with a grin, “why don’t you come to the formal with me?”

“Jeff,” I sighed, i’ve wanted this for awhile, but not like this, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be a pity date.”

“WHAT?” Jeff said quite loudly, earning a dirty look from the librarian, “Sorry Miss. Reed, but Y/N, are you really that oblivious?”  

“Of what?” I asked, really confused.

“This isn’t out of pity, Y/N,” He shook his head, with an amused smile, “I’ve liked you for awhile. Clay was suppose to tell me if you had gotten a date, or not, because I planned on asking you weeks ago, but he said you were going with someone.”

“I was going with Hannah, but Clay finally grew balls and asked her so I didn’t have a date anymore,” I nodded, chuckling as he did, “why haven’t you talked to me if you’ve ‘liked me’?”

“I figured you’d think I was just some stupid baseball player,” He shrugged, making me narrow my eyes.

“Jeff, you aren’t dumb, and I would have never thought that,” I replied, before chuckling weakly, “I’ve had a crush on you since Freshman year, Jeff.”

“Really?” He sat up excitedly, staring at me.

“Mhmm,” I nodded in reply, as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Okay, so how about this,” Jeff leaned forward as I raised an eyebrow, “If I score higher than a C on my next History test, you let me take you out for dinner, and then to the formal.”

I thought about it for a minute, before biting my lip and nodding my head.

“Okay, sounds like a deal,” I agreed, as a bright smile spread across Jeffs’ face. He went to reply, but was interrupted.

“Jeff, come on man!” We turned to see his friends; Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker, and it was Bryce who shouted for Jeffs’ attention.

“I’ll see you Friday then,” Jeff said before standing up and grabbing his stuff, “with my test grade.”

Right before he left, he bent down and kissed my cheek, leaving them a bright, embarrassing red.

“Nice job, man,” I heard Zach applaud him, “Y/N’s a good person.”

“I know,” was the last thing I heard from the group, before they left. I smiled, and buried my face into my hands, letting out a tiny squeal.

Blood And Kisses

Originally posted by wood-chris

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”

“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”

Word count: 2.922

Posted: 28th of April 2017

A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything.
Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better.
Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!

- G. x

Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.

“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.

“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.

Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.

Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.

“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”

“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.

“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.

“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.

“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.

“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.

“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.

“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.

“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.

“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.

“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.

“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.

“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.

“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.

“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”

“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”

“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.

“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.

“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.

Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.

“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.

“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.

“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.

“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.

“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.

“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.

“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”

“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.

“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.

“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.

“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.

“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”

“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”

“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.

“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.

“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.

“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”

“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.

“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”

“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”

“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.

You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.

Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.

You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.

“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.

“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.

“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”

“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”

“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”

“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.

“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.

“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”

“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.

“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.

“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.

You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”

“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.

“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”

“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.

“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”

“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.

“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.

“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.

“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”

You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.

You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.

anonymous asked:

In your /tagged/about_me you say you're male with a question mark but since you refer to yourself as a boy and you've said your pronouns are he/him so it's pretty clear that you're cis. This whole "wow don't call me cis you don't know what's in my pants" stuff is you trying to be clever or whatever but it's fucking stupid. This along with the "I wouldn't really date a boy but who's to say I'm straight" shit is just getting old you dumb fuck

Can I offer you some serious advice?

Do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER become a detective.


Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

Zach Imagine #4

Zach being secretly in love with you, his best friend.

A/N : I tried. I hope you enjoy!


“You look really pretty today, y/n.” Zach smiles at you in awe. He loves the way you have the effect of taking his breath away even when you’re in sweats and a hoodie with no make up on and a messy bun.

You punch his arm lightly, “Shut up Dempsey.” You get into his car as he drives to the nearest gas station.


“Maybe I just wasn’t good enough for him.” You cry onto Zach’s shoulder.

 “Y/N he was a douche, and you are way out of his league. You deserve the world and he couldn’t give it to you and that’s his mistake. ” Zach stroked your hair.


“Let’s make a deal Y/N.” Your ears perked and you looked at your best friend, you nodded your head.

“If we both don’t have dates by the winter formal, we’ll go together.” You agreed, little did you know he didn’t try to get a date, and he made sure all his friends kept an eye out for anyone who even thought about asking you to the dance.


“Wow,” he breathed as he saw you in your dress.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Dempsey,” you chuckled as you and Zach got into his car.


“He’s not a good guy, Y/N! He’s not a relationship type.” Zach yelled.

“Maybe I don’t want anymore relationships.”

“I know you Y/N, you’re a nice girl, you’re more committed to relationships than Juliet was committed to Romeo!” 

“Maybe, you don’t know me at all. Have you thought of that?” Zach walked out of her room and slammed the front door. He wasn’t going to say anything he would regret.


“How’d your non-relationship thing go?”

“I walked into his room and he was naked, I ran out of his house screaming. I am scarred.”


“Zach please talk to me.”

“Not in the mood.”

“I’m your best friend you can tell me anything.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Really? Try me.”

“I’m in love with this girl. In fact, I am so in love with her, it actually hurts because I know she will never feel the same.”


“I got you something to get through your AP BIO test!” Zach smiled wide and pulled out a cupholder from monet’s.

“Zach you are a freaking life saver,” You hugged him tight and grabbed your everyday order, hot chocolate with vanilla extract, whip cream, caramel, and sometimes sprinkles.


You walked past a bunch of seniors, they whistled and hollered at you. You felt extremely disrespected and uncomfortable. You told Zach about it.

“How many guys were there?”

“How’d they look?”

“Can you describe them?”

“Zach, really, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. What if they do it again?”

“They won’t,” You hoped.


“Zach I think I like Montgomery.”



“Zach,” She sobbed through the phone.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“He’s cheating on me,” she sobbed harder. 


“I’m going to beat your fucking ass Montgomery,” Zach said ready to charge at him. Until Justin pulled him back.

“HEY! HEY! What’s going on here?”

“He’s cheating on Y/N,” anyone could see the steam coming from Zach.

“Jesus, Montgomery. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Justin glares at Montgomery.

“She said she loved me. It’s been only 3 months,” Montgomery scoffed.

“So what? You throw her away because she has feelings?” Zach shoves Montgomery.

“She didn’t put out. Plus we all know how much you’re so in love with her,” he pauses and venomously smirks. “I guess now we both know how it feels to see someone you love ruined.”

Zach punches Montgomery in the face and leaves.


“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’ll be okay, Y/N,” He says as he hugs you, tightly. “He’s dumb. He’s not worth your tears. You’re smart, independent, and a bonus is you’re really beautiful. You’re the most caring person, your smile could light up any room and your laugh? It’s the best song I ever heard. You’re going to find someone, someone who loves you so much and they’ll never purposely hurt you.” 

“Where does a guy like that come along?” 

I’m right here.

okay but Sana’s not dumb. even if she wouldn’t bring it up to the girls in the chat, what are the chances that she heard the Even and Mikael comment and thought back to the curiosity Isak showed about Mikael. 

I feel like Sana knows that there is something going on here. And I’d love to see like some text messages to Isak being like lowkey probing, but not really obvious about her intentions. But Isak isn’t dumb either and immediately catches on that she kows more than she’s letting on. So he stonewalls her and keeps nagging her until all she sends him in the link to the Roulette video and no other messages.

So Isak hides in the bathroom and watches it and nothing makes sense because Even hasn’t told him anything. Actually, the only thing that makes sense is that Even hasn’t told him anything about his time at Bakka and that needs to be fixed.

Already seeing people shitting on the Batman movie getting a rewrite.

They got a new director and it just shows that Matt Reeves is getting hands on with this film and is getting super involved. This will make for a better film.

I hate how when one little thing comes out from DC, people say dumb shit like “How hard can this be? Why is it taking them so long? This project is doomed.”

Like shut the fuck up.

Filmmaking is hard. Okay? Especially big budget filmmaking. There is so much stuff that goes into filmmaking that you wouldn’t be able to learn everything about it in 4 years of film school.

I’m serious. There is so much stuff that goes into it that the only way to really learn it is to actually be on set.

Majority of the Internet has never been on a film set let alone seen one.

WB has been making films for a damn century nearly. Chill. Let them take their time and don’t act like the world will end with every bit of news that comes out.

things you said through your teeth

more ladynoir for the soul /o/

somewhat NSFW take heed :’D


Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.

She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”

Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…

Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—

And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.

Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.

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anonymous asked:

TT I need advice I told my datepartner it's okay that they're poly and that I just dont want to know about their other relationships but I'm not I'm really not okay with it and I don't know what to do and I'm just really hurt and upset and I know this probably isn't the kind of thing to ask a hp rper but i dont know who else to ask because as dumb as it is cause you dont and will not ever know me you're my best friend I dont know who else I can turn to please help me

(( OOC: I have a very strong opinion on this, so forgive my bluntness.  

Be. Honest. With. People. 

This goes for any type of relationship. If you are not alright with something, if you have concerns, or if someone you love does things that make you upset or uncomfortable… talk to them about it. Be open with them… discuss it (Do it in a kind, loving, open-minded way, but talk to them). 

If you are in a romantic relationship with someone, and you are not comfortable with their preferences or how they view relationships… then there must either be compromise/change… or the romantic relationship should end, because you cannot provide each other with the things that you value most.  

Relationships are built on trust… if you don’t have trust, you don’t have a relationship. If you aren’t honest with others, or if they are not honest with you, then you will be building a relationship with a stranger. 

If you are not truthful about who you are, and what you want out of life… then the person you are with will be falling in love with someone that isn’t real.

They will love the image you put forward and not the real you, because you’re not allowing them to know the real you. You’re catering to what you think they want, and sacrificing yourself in the process. 

If you feel like you can’t be honest with someone, for fear of them leaving you… 

That is not a real relationship. That’s pretending. That’s playing. That’s nothing.

Be. Honest. With. People. 

Be honest with yourself. )) 

Meeting/Dating Jerome

By: @weeniehut-jerome

Requested by: @pettiest-one-of-all

Headcannons for meeting Jerome for the first time and then dating him? Thanks :)

A/N: I was legit writing this during church in my notepad soooo…. It got kinda long. Enjoy! If anyone has requests send them this way dolls.

Meeting that ginger bastard

  • Jerome had escaped Arkham Asylum, once again, after getting caught trying to bomb the Gotham Gazette
  • While walking back from work, Jerome tried to jump you in an alley, to get a little cash, but it’s Gotham! So of course you had protection
  • “OW! WHAT THE FU-”
  • “Doesn’t feel good when someone tries to hurt you, does it?”
  • You wouldn’t admit it but he looked kind of cute, despite being in obvious pain
  • And Jerome would never admit that he found getting hit by you kind of hot, cause he has his kinks
  • You left the alley while he was distracted, and walked home rather quickly, locking the door shut tight so no other bad guy could attack you
  • So it was no surprise you almost had a heart attack when you saw the ginger laying on your couch the next morning, soft snores filling your apartment, along with his drool on your pillow
  • You still aim your bat to his face as he tries to reason with you
  • After some bargaining, you agreed to let him stay in your home and he promised to protect you from other bad guys and any sign of trouble, since one can never be too safe in Gotham
  • Although it takes you time to get used to him, he warms up to you from the moment you almost whacked him with the bat
  • “You’re a psycho in your own way, doll.”
  • “……weirdo.”

Psycho roommate

  • Jerome will always take up the kitchen table plotting evil schemes
  • You always provide him some moral support and hot chocolate as he works, with exactly 6 marshmallows, just how he likes it
  • Always worried for his dumb ass
  • “Hey, so I might be late for dinner…..being chased by the GCPD again :) “
  • You always have to tend to his injuries, but you really don’t mind it since Jerome excitedly tells you what happened
  • He can go days, and DAYS without showering so you always got to force him into a nice bubble bath
  • He hates it
  • But it’s okay cause he has his mf’ rubber ducky that has its own knife
  • And when you leave to get him a towel, he’ll hide in the bubbles and give you a heart attack
  • “BOO!”
  • “Don’t even get me started doll face”
  • Nicknames galore
  • To him, you’re his doll, baby, sweet cheeks, toots, angel, his queen, his darlin’, and all that cute jazz
  • To you, he’s your carrot top, ass face, ginger, psycho, stupid weenie, dweeb, moron, etc.
  • However, you have soft spot for calling him puddin’ when he’s not around cause you think he’ll find it weird
  • But, he knows
  • And he loves it

Dating him

  • He comes home super bloody one day, not even his though, with the biggest grin on his face
  • “(Y/N)!!!! COME QUICK!!!”
  • You find him and panic cause GOOD LORD THAT’S A LOT OF BLOOD!
  • He assures you it’s fine and tells you to close your eyes and turn around
  • You low key hoped he wasn’t going to kill you, though you knew he wouldn’t, but one could never be to sure
  • A feeling of a cool metal chain hit’s your neck and you immediately look down to see a beautiful, and probably expensive, silver necklace with the letter J on it
  • You feel his warm breath hit you as he leans into you and leaves a soft kiss on your neck
  • “Be my girlfriend (Y/N)? My partner in crime? My puddin’?”
  • Ever since you said yes, he’s been way more protective than ever
  • You can’t even go out with your friends without him having a steak out wherever you go
  • He literally will bring his custom made binoculars and guns
  • But you find it cute nonetheless
  • Not to mention he spoils the crap out of you
  • “You can’t just steal a 24 karat diamond ring Jerome!”
  • “But it looks sooooo good on you babe!”
  • “…………. oh my gosh you’re right!”
  • Eating so much junk food like gummy worms, ice-cream, tortilla chips, and Jerome’s favorite, Nutella
  • “Wanna lick it off my naked body?”
  • “What?! No Jerome!”
  • “COME ON!”
  • He totally respects you wanting to have a normal life
  • Cause he doesn’t want to put you in harm’s way
  • All in all, he’s still a dweeb
  • But he’s your dweeb, and you wouldn’t want it any other way
Kitten - H.S.

Originally posted by confusedharrie

Intimidate (inˈtiməˌdāt/verb): frighten or overawe (someone), especially in order to make them do what one wants.

She was intimidated by him, but then again so was everyone else. She had seen him before, at the bar her friend dragged her too. He always had his hand wrapped around a drink or someone’s neck. He was tall, so very tall, it made her want to hide away in a corner. He was well built, his shirt always showing off his biceps, his tattoo covered arms she would always stare at. From afar she couldn’t see them all, but he favorite had been the rose. It was faded, telling her it was one of his older ones, but she liked it because it simply didn’t suit him. He didn’t seem to be a man that would openly support a rose tattoo. His face was always emotionless, his green eyes, his beautiful green eyes, were always so cold and hard. She swore if looks could kill everyone would probably be dead. His brown hair was always pushed up or hidden under a hat, she loved admiring him. His nose was slightly just a little big for his face but she thought it was cute, and his pink full lips just always seemed so soft to her.

She had heard about him. Harry Styles. He worked at this bar sometimes, she would come in for cheesy fries or wings, this bar was where she gained her freshman fifteen. But besides the food he was nice to look at. Almost every girl on her floor gossiped about him. Harry had apparently hooked up with a girl on her campus, the girl had a boyfriend. The boyfriend tried to fight Harry and ended up in the hospital, he was too scared to press charges. She had heard so many rumors about the man, yet she was still curious. She was intrigued.

She didn’t know it, but he watched her too. He watched her every weekend when she came in with her friends. He watched how she always nervously tucked at the end of her tight dress, trying to pull it lower so it would cover her lower half. He watched as she would have guys come up to her, only for her to turn them down and her friend would scowl her. He enjoyed watching her. He loved when her wide doe eyes would widen even more, if it were even possible, as her friends would gossip. He loved how her grey eyes were a perfect color, not too dark not too light, it fit her olive colored skin. He loved the small dimple that would appear on her cheek when she smiled at anyone. Harry had been intrigued from the moment she first walked in the bar. Her nose scrunched up in disgust of the smell, but she pulled through and followed her friends. He was mostly shocked by the length of her hair, the long brown waves seemed to flow down her back, he had never seen anyone with such long hair.

Harry stood by the bar, leaning against it. His back to a guy that was currently hitting on her, he could very clearly here the conversation. His body stiffened and fingers gripped around his empty cup, lips pressed in a thin line.

“You look lovely,” the man told her.

She giggled, and Harry felt something in his stomach. Something he’s never felt before, it was nice and disgusting at the same time. Her giggle was soft and it sounded like summer.

“Thank you,” she responded, her voice was warm and smooth, it made Harry’s grip on his cup loosen.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“I’m all set thank you,” she smiled, holding up her glass that contained water.

“Well can I at least get your name?” the man asked her, smiling back at her.

She bites her lower lip, shaking her head, “you seem very nice but I’m not looking for anything,” she tells him, “just having a nice night out with my girls.”

“Your girls seemed to have left you all alone,” the man stated, which was true. The group she had came in with found themselves slightly drunk and talking to a group of college guys.

She shrugs, “still doesn’t mean I came here to see you,” she stated.

Harry peeked over his shoulder, she was smiling at the blonde man. Her cheeks were pink and smile bright, her eyes matching it. He had never seen such a beautiful smile, it just seemed so perfect. He swears that the dark lit bar lit up just slightly.

“You’re funny,” the man chuckled, “I’m Cam.”

“I’m Ella,” she says, “but that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

“We’ll see,” Cam laughed, “now how about another drink? You seem to be running low.”

“What can I get you Harry?” the bartender asked, her blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail, “the usual?”

“Harry,” Ella whispered to herself.

Harry heard it, he loved it. Though it was barely audible he heard it clearly as if she was whispering it in his ear. There was nothing Harry wanted more than having the girl laying beneath him repeating that name, in a breathless whisper.

“Whisky,” Harry says, sliding her the empty glass. He took this chance to turn to Ella, flashing her his smile that seemed to work on just about any girl, “you called kitten?”

He watched as the heat rose to Ella’s cheeks, the olive skin turning a light shade of pink. Her grey eyes dropping to her now empty glass in embarrassment, “sorry, you just don’t look like a Harry,” she says.

“What do I look like then?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

She presses her lips together, thinking as she examines his features, “Don’t know,” she admits, even more embarrassed, “just something stronger would fit you, Harry makes me think of an old man.”

Harry chuckled, “Cam isn’t an old man name,” Cam chirped in.

“Can I buy you a drink kitten?” Harry smiled at Ella.

“A strawberry lemonade vodka,” Ella says.

Cam frowns, “thought you weren’t thirsty,” he says.

Ella smiled softly, touching his arm gently, “you’re really nice,” she says, she shifts in her seat sitting down her empty cup and pointing to the blonde girl standing by the pool table, “she’s been eyeing you all night. Why don’t you take a drink over to her?”

Cam rolled his eyes but made his way over, “was she really?” Harry asked, sitting down as the bartender brought over their drinks.

“Hopefully,” she laughs, grabbing the drink and sipping it, “I’m Ella.”

“I know,” Harry says.

“Where you eaves dropping?” she giggled, her eye brow raised at him.

“Maybe,” Harry says.

She rolled her eyes in a teasing matter, “you’re a little nosey aren’t you?” she teased.

“You’re hurting me here Ella, accusing me of doing things and making fun of name,” Harry says, placing a hand over his heart, “you’re hurting me right here.”

Ella wraps her hands over his wrist, her hands were soft and warm, just like her heart. She slides his hand over, “your heart is right there,” she says.

Harry drops his hand, “what are you a doctor?”

Ella grins shaking her head as she brings her drink towards her, her red tinted lips wrapping around the black thin straw that’s used for stirring, “actually I’m a soon to be doctor, graduating in two years,” she informs him.

“It’s a good thing you know where the heart is then,” Harry says.


Harry’s friends looked on, annoyed. Their chances for free drinks now sat at the bar with Ella. The two kept talking. Ella explaining how she wanted to become a doctor until she got finically stable and then head to Africa where she could help those who needed her. She talked about how much she loved the world and everyone and Harry was amazed. He didn’t get it, truly he tried but didn’t. He couldn’t wrap his head around how warm and lovely this woman was. She was so passionate and hopeful about loving other.

“If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” Ella asked, a slurping noise coming from her cup as she had just finished her forth drink. Her head spun a little and she was slightly drunk, but not dance on the table and puke drunk. It was the perfect amount of drunk, she had just enough confidence to talk to him, but not enough alcohol to feel sleepy.

“Greece,” Harry says, “what about you?”

The sat in the corner booth now. The lights at the counter bugged Ella and the booth seemed to be slightly darker. She sat across from him, hands in her palm as she watched him. He was admiring her, her wide eyes bright and seem to gleam, her nose sniffling every once and a while.

“Australia, ever since H2o, I am convinced they have mermaids,” she says, her cheeks pink, “did that hurt?” she asked, pointing to the ring on Harry’s eyebrows.

His hand reached up to touch it, “not at all,” he shrugged. It was a lie, it hurt like a bitch and it had gotten infected. Harry hated it but he was not going to admit that to her.

“I got this done,” she says, moving the hair away from her right ear to reveal a cartilage piercing, “it hurt so much. I cried, and then I got it on the side I sleep on and so for two months I couldn’t sleep properly, and then it got infected. It was all hot and itchy, I promised to never get another piercing again.”

She rambled her words coming out slightly slower as she had a lot to drink. Harry chuckled, “what about your tattoos?” she says, letting her hair fall again to cover the piercing.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Harry says and she nods, smiling and leaning closer, “this first couple did, but the rest didn’t. After a while it started feeling good.”

“My parents would kill me,” Ella pouted, and Harry could have sworn it was the cutest thing in the world, “but if I could get something I would get a serotonin molecule.”

Harry laughed, “but my parents wouldn’t let me, and I really wanted it,” she keeps talking, “it’s so sad. They’re so mean I should be able to.”

“You should,” Harry agreed.

“Are you parents relaxed?”

“Doesn’t matter I’m an adult,” Harry says.

She nods, “my feet hurt,” she frowns, kicking up her legs next to her, Harry watches her struggle to pull off her black heels. She tosses them on the table, “shoes are dumb.”

Harry stifles a laugh, “floors dirty kitten,” he says.

“You’re dirty,” she struggles to form a comeback in her drunken state and Harry laughs, “sorry that was mean.”

“It’s okay.”

“You’re cute,” Ella tells him.

Harry smiled, “you’re cute,” he says back.

Ella gasped, breaking into a fit of giggles, “thank you,” she says.

“You’re also slightly drunk,” Harry laughs.

“You’re not wrong,” she says to him.

“Ella,” a girl stumbles over, “we’re leaving.”

Ella rubs her eyes, her make up smudging only making her look cuter to Harry. She turns to Harry, a pout on her pretty pink lips, “let me get your number before you go kitten,” he says.

Ella nods grabbing her purse, she fumbles in the black hole before pulling out the device and handing it to Harry. He texts himself and then helps her slip on her heels, chuckling as she giggled, claiming she was Cinderella.

“Get it CinderELLA,” she laughs, Harry helping her out of the booth.

“Yes kitten I get it,” he laughs, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“You’re not going to kiss me, kiss me,” she frowns.

Harry wants to. He really wants to taste the cherry chap stick she had slapped on; he really wants to taste the strawberry lemonade on her tongue. But she was drunk, and that had never really stopped him before, but she was different. She was cute and vulnerable.

“You’re a little drunk,” Harry says, pulling back, “maybe next time.”

She frowns as her friend grabs her arm, another girl shouting that their lyft had arrived, “bye Harry,” she yells, waving.

Harry smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was pleased with himself.

The street was dark, light up by flickering poles. He hated his neighborhood, he knew it was somewhere Ella would never be found in. His apartment complex was a mess, most of it filled with meth addicts and prostitutes. Harry made his way up the stairs where he was pretty sure there was a new blood stain, yes new, someone had been shot there just a month ago.

When he opened the door to his very small one bedroom apartment he rolled his eyes. It reeked of weed and he could see the two guys sitting on his ratty couch he had found outside. He saw the older one, the brunette who thought it would be fun to dye his hair blue, rolling up a new blunt.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” Harry snapped, shrugging of his jacket and tossing it on the small brown table that awkwardly sat in between the kitchen and living room.

“Where’s the slut from the bar?” The blue hair one asked, a smirk on his lips.

“Fuck off Dylan, I asked you a question,” Harry sneered, smacking the back of his head, he turned to the black haired guy sitting on the couch, “and you what the fuck? You guys don’t live here.”

“And thank God we don’t,” Dylan laughed.

Harry wrapped his fingers around the collar of Dylan’s shirt, lifting him up from the couch with no problem, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Dylan’s brown eyes widen in fear, “n-nothing just joking with you,” he stuttered.

Harry forcefully shoves him back on the couch and then proceeds to take a step back, “you sure you didn’t shit yourself?” Oliver laughed at Dylan as he tried to re-adjust himself.

“Fuck off,” Dylan snapped rolling his eyes.

“Where’s the girl?” Oliver asked, “she was hot.”

“None of your fucking business,” Harry retorted, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it, he brings it to his lips inhaling.

“Are you going to tell us how you f u c k e d her or leave us hanging?” Dylan raised an eyebrow.

Harry exhaled the toxin, a line of smoke leaving his lips, “I’m going to remind you that it’s not your damn business and if you ask one more time I will rip your head off your shoulders, how’s that for an answer?” He says, his voice cold and sharp.

Dylan nods, trying to not seem like he was scared. He coughed and leaned back, handing the small blunt to Oliver who took it happily.

As Harry sat there watching his two friends get high in his low income apartment he couldn’t help but think about Ella. He couldn’t help but wonder if she made it back safe, wondering about the hangover she would have tomorrow. He couldn’t help but wonder what he should do next. He had fifty dollars to his name until Friday and taking her out to dinner was not an option. Harry frowned, he wanted to see her again but he didn’t know how.

Harry pulled out his phone, clicking on Ella’s name.

Hope you got home safe. X - H


I’ve noticed that the media is suuuper obsessed with how “strange”(in a bad way) the Smith children are. Yeah, okay, Willow dyes her hair and likes to look at cosmic shit and Jaden made a few dumb tweets when he was 15 and wears gender neutral clothing. I don’t really know why people are so hung up on their “weirdness”. Honestly when white kids do weird shit it’s “edgy” and “unique”. Fucking white ass Kylie Jenner (who is the same age as Jaden) blew her face the fuck up and now she’s the poster child for “ambiguously ethnic” women, lives in a fucking 4 bedroom apartment by herself and is dating a grown ass man and people just think she’s mature and cultured. If that ain’t a racial bias, I don’t know what is.