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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 


 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…


Soooooo Saturday I met Gareth David-Lloyd…this was quite an adventure I have to say and I just felt like I needed to share my experience and the thoughts going through my mind.  

I totally knew this was going to happen.  I’ve been planning this little trip to Huntsville for a couple of months now and was totally ready to shell out an obscene amount of money to meet this guy.  I just so happened one day to be curious enough to see if Gareth was coming close-by anytime soon.  I kind of figured it would be a stretch, but lo and behold, Gareth was coming to Huntsville.  To my dismay, it was a Doctor Who convention and he was arriving as a Torchwood guest and I literally know nothing about these shows.  I probably watched one episode of Doctor Who a long time ago and then tried a Torchwood episode shortly after my decent into Solavellan hell just because…reasons…

I’ve been planning this, worried because of my lack of knowledge of the Whoverse or whatever the hell people call it, unsure of whether this convention was going to be massive or tiny, and just general freaking out over getting to meet Gareth.  With my print in hand, my boyfriend and I went all the way up to his grandparent’s house just for me to meet this one guy at a convention that I knew nothing about.  

Unsure of how long this convention was going to take, I told my boyfriend ahead of time that he should probably be ready to wait a while.  I had never been to this convention before, but all other conventions I had gone to had a lot of waiting involved.  He ended up having one of his friends that were close by drive 30 minutes over to the mall where this hotel was located so that they could play card games.  I walk in the front door, scared as all get out with this universe that I had no idea about.  

I went up to the marked tables and literally had my badge in hand within 2 minutes.  I was the ONLY ONE IN LINE.  I saw people, sure, but there was like no one around.  Granted, I had gotten there at like 11:30, so the con was already like halfway over for the day, but still!  I expected to wait in line for at least a few minutes.  I looked at the clock and saw that I had apparently prepared too much and was now an hour early before Gareth was supposed to be signing stuff.  UGH!!!  I thought, well, I don’t know anything about this fandom other than Daleks, the phone booth, and then that Matt Smith is apparently the best doctor (I have no idea what who this person is but I apparently know his name), but I guess since I have time to spare I may as well go to the Vendor room and Artist Alley.  I went to where the Vendor room was, literally passing maybe 2 or 3 people.  

This was probably the smallest Vendor room I had ever seen.  There were like maybe 10 tables and was filled with maybe like 20-30 people including the people running the booths.  People everywhere asking me to enter this raffle and do this doohicky and I’m just like “haha no thanks” and walked away nervously.  In under 2 minutes, I had already looked at everything.  In another 2 minutes, I had already looked through the Artist Alley.  I still had so much time before meeting Gareth.  I decided that I should at least go over and see if he was around, I could just sit there and be creepy and stare at him for an hour, worst case scenario.  

I went over to the room where the signings were happening and he was already sitting down doing autographs.  I felt my heart jump in my throat and walked over to him.  Once again, there was no line.  I literally became the second person in line immediately.  I paid the lady sitting next to him, already aware that I was spending another $40 just to get him to sign my print and felt my heart start racing.  Then as the people in front of me left, my hands started shaking.  I started to fumble to get the picture out of the protective thing I bought and he said hi to me.  Dude, you guys, I felt my face burn bro.  That accent was to die for.  Literally, I could have just passed out.  I told him that I was actually a huge Dragon Age fan and really appreciated all the work that he had done.  When I showed him the @nipuni print that I had brought for him to sign, he absolutely gushed over it.  He just kept talking about how pretty it was and then quickly signed it for me.  I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, but he was just so nice and then shook my hand.  I told him that I had literally no knowledge of Doctor Who or Torchwood and literally just came to this convention to get his autograph.  He was just so cute and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I’ve gotta do something about vibrating when I get all nervous around people I like.  It’s a sickness and I have no idea what I have to do to get rid of it.  It’s embarrassing and I could just feel myself turning beet red while I was standing in front of him.  It was so bad!!!!

So yeah, that was my ridiculously long and stupid story about what a dork I am and all this trouble that I went through literally just to meet this adorable cutie.  $100 for this like 30 second moment was well spent.

Immediately after this, I started getting sick and am still sick.  Gareth got me sick by being too adorable.  I’ve decided.  Now, I gotta go die somewhere…

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3

“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.


Originally posted by withjunhui

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this. 

A = Aftercare 

Since sex is kind of rough with Jun, he’s pretty intense, aftercare is very important. Making sure muscles aren’t pulled, and if he’s had you in a particularly stretch needed position, he’s curled up with you and massaging the spot he’s had you bent. Affection is spewed a lot after sex, letting you know he really cares for you, and showers are taken before crashing back in bed.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

He’s entirely obsessed with your thighs, being able to hold you to him and control your movements when he’s thrusting, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers, and even see the marks his digits made the day after. For himself, he’s the massive tease and his fingers are his tool of choice, they’re his favorite, making you squirm just from his digits.

C = Cum 

I see Jun as being one of those nasty fuckers that likes to cum on you as a symbol of marking you. Hickies aren’t exactly a thing he can do to you, at least, in the place he wants to, so 9/10, he’s cumming on your stomach or chest, and seeing you all fucked out and covered in his cum, really his favorite thing.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Being the semi dominant he is, he’s used to bossing you around in the bedroom. One thing he’s always thought about and prob will do is having you laid out, all ready for him, and have you get yourself off as he tells you exactly what to do as he watches. The dominance of controlling your movements even as you do it to yourself, is something he thinks about a lot.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t see him having much experience, but he’s fairly knowledgeable on the subject, and he’s pretty eager to get started on you. Eager to please, and having a fresh slate to play with, he’s easily got the hang of things and by the end of play time, he’s a master. 

F = Favorite position

Jun likes a lot of positions, and puts you in several before he’s done, so they aren’t numbered as a #1 and on. He’s a classical man, he likes good ol’ missionary, doggy style is a very favorable, spooning, you riding him is always a special treat that he’s particularly fond of.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jun’s the clown of your relationship, but in the bedroom he’s someone else. Kinda like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He’s really focused and in the zone with you, it’s almost like these no air in the room when he’s with you, he just has such a powerful presence. He saves the fun for outside the bedroom.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I don’t see him being groomed much, unless you tell him ‘yo dude…shave ya dick’, he’s not one for manscaping or anything. If you’ve got an issue with hair like me you gotta bring it up. Otherwise, he just lets the jungle thrive.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s developed a bit of a character during sex, he’s really a different person in the bedroom as opposed to the Jun you’re with every day. He’s pretty intense in the bedroom, while he worships the hell out of your body, it’s not very lovey dovey at all. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

The boy can’t even be alone in the bathroom, I think he’d be very hesitant to whip it out, without like…sending a mass text like ‘im jerkin it if you come in im kicking your ass’ which isn’t happening. So he’s very quick about, just to get the arousal out and gone, lord knows when someone’ll decide to pick a lock.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Jun’s a very visual guy when it comes to kinks; it’s what he sees that turns him on. Good lingerie or some outfits(nurse, maid, etc) are a big turn on for him. He gets into role playing a bit, so costumes and outfits are a real essential to him. ‘no those aren’t my halloween costumes from over the years, jun bought them for me to fuck me in’ kind of thing. He’s rather dominant, that’s for sure, but he’s not overbearing. It’s obvious he’s in control, but calling you names or spanking aren’t a common, but he likes to be called sir occasionally. Sprinkle it in during sex and it drives him crazy.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

[See Risk] He’s not keen on being caught, or walked in on, since apparently locked doors mean nothing to SVT. Bedroom is standard, it’s good, it’s reliable, etc. And it’s pretty obvious that if you and him go into the bedroom and shut the door, it’s ‘don’t bother jun’ time. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Playing into his kink, really all you have to do somehow let it be known that you’re wearing his favorite lingerie, or start touching on his thigh. Starts the arousal pretty fast.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he does like role playing, doctor and nurse, all that good stuff, Daddy is one that goes right out the door. Call him daddy and sex is over for the night, he’s not playing with you. Wax was tried once, pain isn’t his thing, so that’s off the list too. He doesn’t like things with you or him that cause pain, spanking and belts, are a no go.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Master of foreplay and teasing, his fingers and tongue are his #1 tools. Oral is one of the times he lets you dominate, he gladly lays down and lets you ride his face. On the flip side, while he is kind of a horny toad, and his sex drives it up, he’s not easy to go, boners aren’t just popped, you going down on him is practically a step in sex, just adds to the foreplay and you get to have control for that time, which is always fun.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically, he’s very erratic and fast, boarder lined rough, but not unbearable. He’s really precise with his thrusts, he knows exactly what buttons to push, and how to work your body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not very favorable with quickies, he likes to tease you to hell and back, and he misses out on that with the time crunch, so they don’t happen very often. You can probably count on one hand how many quickies he’s had, they’re not really in his good book. Jun likes taking his time, building the pleasure, and toying with you for ages instead.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s not particularly into the whole exhibitionist kink, he’s not keen on being caught so locations are played with, but only if he’s 100% sure you’re not going to get walked in on or seen. Aside from that, he’s pretty game to anything, positions, role plays, etc, he’s down with the discussion and if you both decide you want to go through with it, it’s on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
His stamina is pretty average, 5-10 minutes is his limit most times, and one round is usually it considering how much he draws cumming out. But after a nap, he’s ready to go again. Sex several times in a day isn’t uncommon with him, just not one right after another. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Jun’s a man of few likes, that aren’t just the two of you in the bedroom. He’s not too keen on anything making your body buzz aside from his body, so toys are kept to a minimum. A few scarves are favored instead of handcuffs, and a couple, various vibrators are around sometime, but that’s about it. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jun is unforgiving in the bedroom. He’s very in control, and that gives him the special power of teasing you to the ends of the Earth if he wants; and he does. With the help of scarves, he’s got you pinned and at his mercy, that he doesn’t have, and edging you with his choice bullet vibrator, letting his hands work down below and mouth focus on your chest till it’s covered in his mark. You won’t get away without a good 20-30 minutes of solid teasing from him. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Jun’s more of a grunter, imagine this with me, Jun in the midst of thrusting into you with all he’s got, sweat covering his skin. He’s propped up on his knees, looking down at you squirming with each thrust, jaw tight, eyebrows scrunched in focus, heavy breaths and small grunts of satisfaction leaving his clenched teeth. yeah.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
The first time you two adventured into a more…interesting position, not used to the stretch, obviously you got a cramp because? bruh, you pulling leg muscles I didn’t know I had. The same word was used, and he immediately freaked out and lowkey started crying because he ‘hurt you’. Took you 20 minutes to calm him down, and get back into it. Poor baby, just loves you too much.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Similar to Joshua, Jun’s more slender and long in build. Nana says guys that are little on top(shoulders) aren’t insane down below. He’s pretty wild in bed, so it’s a slight makeup for not being the biggest, Jun’s a bit under the average, 4-4.5″ and more slender in girth, but that whole motion in the ocean shiz is real, y’all, don’t worry.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Nana took one look at him and said he’d hump your leg if you said okay, so I’m running with that. Jun’s got an above average sex drive, he’s a lowkey horny toad that he can’t even hide from you because he’s so clingy. He’s up and running at the drop of a hat, so you’re in for it. Good luck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Jun sex is pretty exhausting, if anyone ignored the fact you’re butt ass naked, and dicks and titties are out, someone’d think you just ran the mile in 8th grade. Legs are incapable of working, and everyone’s out of breath, sweating like you just got caught in the rain. If sleep doesn’t immediately follow sex, it’s probs a risk of passing out later. So kinda as the last step of aftercare, sleep always follows sex. Few minutes after you’re done and clean, and you’re both curled up in bed.

anonymous asked:

Can I request for MC who have no sense of direction, wondering the rfa plus saeran reaction when they found out MC get lost on their date? Thank you :D

i love this bc omg!!!!! lol sorry, only jumin is date thingy (i wrote it on my phone), i hope you like it anyways <3 <3


-you two were supposed to meet at this very fancy resturant, and even tho jumin had tried persuading you to let him send his limo, you had refused. it was just around the cornor after all

-you agreed to be there 18:30/ 6:30

-you leave in very good time, half an hour before. when it really only a five minute walk

-so 10 mintues passes and you figure you’re just walking really slow

-but then 20 minutes passes, and you’re pretty sure you’ve passed that sign before

-ain’t no problem you think. still have plenty of time.

-jumin calls you at 19:00/ 07:00 bc where tf are you? are you okay? did you forget?

-so now you have to tell him how you somehow got lost and have no idea where tf you are.

-you read the street sign aloud for him…and it’s literally only 1 block away from the resturant

-after that, jumin never lets you walk anywhere alone again


-“babe, i forgot the lunch you made me, do you mind bringing it with you?”

-zen had to meet early that day, while your work hours were still the same (being his manager and all)

-it should be an easy walk, you had walked it countless times with zen. everyday for about 8 months now. you’ve never walked it alone tho

-you were definetly going the right way, there was the cute little vintage shop! and the florist!

-you didn’t remeber it being so long tho, guess time passed quick when you were with zen!

-your phone rings in your pocket, and you’re met with a very worried zen

-“babe where are you? are you okay? you left an hour ago, right? it’s only a 20 minute walk?

-“im on my way?? i think?? its only 20 minutes? uuuh”

-zen just snorts at that and asks you to send him your cordinates via google maps.

-comes pick you up on his bike and is bewildered about how tf you managed to go in the opposite direction???


-is suprisingly good at finding his way, and is often the one leading the way whenever y'all get together and has to find some specific cafe

-(probs a fucking cat cafe, by jumins and sevens request. when zen sees he just turns on his heel and is gone withing 0.02 secs)

-ok but you are at disneyworld together and you two got seperated in the crowd

-and so you decide to meet by cinderellas castle

-except yoosung has been waiting for an hour now

-you call him and admit you have no idea where tf you are

-he’s asking what you see around you, and so you describe it to him and he just about dies of laughter

-you’ve somehow managed to walk around the castle, different route each time, about 20 times.

-it honestly makes him a bit happy that he’s the one to lead you around.



-imagine her getting lost in the c&r building, so that jumin has to send bodyguards with her to prevent it lmfao

-you two NEVER get anywhere on time because of that

-it has been numorous times that you two have had a cinema date or dinner plans and you had cancel

-tho jaehee will never admit when you two are lost, and you’re the one who has to put your pride aside and get either seven or jumin’s peeps to come get you

-jaehee gets kinda grumpy everytime, but it’s nothing kisses and tickling can’t solve and her trying not to smile or laugh is the most adorable thing ever

-watching zens musicals at home and cuddling isn’t half bad either

-everytime you have to go to rfa meetings, seven or jumin (s drivers) will come pick you both up.


-soo you two are out stargazing on some hill, and you thought you’d get more blankets from the car

-after 10 minutes seven was like?? the car is just behind that tree

-you’re not by the car? so maybe you went to do ya thing

-he waits by the car but after 5 minutes his phone lights up with the name “bae♡♡♡”

-“seven? where are you??? i think im lost??”

-he checks your phones location trough screams of hysterical laughter
-it doesen’t help that you’re close to tears when he finds you.

- he’s trying his very best at comforting you, but everytime he thinks about how you got lost it send him into another fit

-you have to drive home because it would be very unsafe to let seven drive at his hysterical state

-he builds a gps in your robot cat and have you take it everywhere with you

-“seven! care to explain why the fuck the cat splurted water in a guys face when he asked for my number???”



-“is there a lock on the door?”

-“which fucking door this is the middle of a forest?

-ok ok happy after ending sae is ths best sae

-finds out when you want to go to a ice cream parlor with him, and he lets you lead the way because you’re so excited

-but then you lead him in the wrong direction and he doesen’t have the heart to tell you right away

-so you both end up taking a detour, saeran gently nudging you in the right direction

-your proud expression when you find it makes it worth it tho

-insists on going everywhere with you after that.


-took you on a shoot once

-you trailed right behind him but still somehow managed to get lost

-he only lets you come with him on shoots after that, if you hold his hand the entire time or if your otherwise bound together

-honestly thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, and you look like a little duckling trailing behind him

-which results in lots of pictures of you and helluva lot of kisses
Chat afsluttet

Doctor Styles

Part 2

A/N: I really want to thank @whoopsharrystyles for helping me start this new fic idea of mine and being my first beta ever and give me some great pointers and tips. I def would not be writing this without her. I really do appreciate it so much sis love you loads. xoxo S. Also everyone should def read his blurbs/fics/ they are flipping amazing and if you haven’t you are missing out. 

“Oh and three don’t fuck up”

You wake up to the sound of your beeping alarm on the nightstand table; you peek your eyes open and read that its 5:30 am.  A groan escapes your lips as you think about leaving the warmth of your bed. You scramble to find your phone and hit snooze, tossing it to the other side of you. But as on cue, you hear pattering of footsteps on your wooden floors, your bed dipping, and you being greeted with a generous amount of kisses on your cheek and nose by Eric. There goes your extra 5 minutes of sleep, but this is the price you pay when you work in the hospital. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a doctor, always dreamed of becoming one. Although the wake up times can be agonizing. After of few more sloppy kisses you’ve had enough.

“Okay okay I love you too, come on let’s gets some breakfast.”

You slide your robe on as the two of you hurry down the stairs and pour food into two bowls. Once you’re done eating, you run up the stairs and run a shower for yourself. You take your time to rinse your body with the warm water and soap and decide to wash your hair tonight, not wanting to go through the hassle of blow drying your hair right now. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body and wipe down your foggy mirror. You take your time as you go into your closet and pick out your pink scrubs since its Friday.  At the hospital you work at, doctors all allowed to wear any color scrub they desire on Fridays. Pink scrubs are also yours and the kid’s favorite pair you own. You throw on your scrubs and white coat and tie your hair into a ponytail. You did not wear makeup to the hospital since it wasn’t needed; you weren’t a doctor to impress people with your beauty.You’re there to help patients in need. Looking over at the clock you notice it is already 6:40 and that you have about 20 minutes to get to work, you run out the door, not forgetting to grab your stethoscope before dashing down the stairs, in which you find Eric lying down on the couch. You slip your shoes on, and you give him a quick hug and kiss goodbye and tell him you’ll see him tonight.

The drive to the hospital was typical, not that much traffic since you live only ten minutes away. You casually walk into the hospital and greet the young lady at the front desk with a simple smile and a nod, while noticing families sitting eagerly waiting to hear results of their fellow loved ones, in the waiting area. You make your way through the long corridors, to be greeted with a only few nods in acknowledgement. You sigh to yourself, but keep your head held high. But your attention strays to a whistle behind you, and you already know who it is. You roll your eyes as you turn around.

“You know Maya, you look fantastic in your pink scrubs, but you know what else they would look good on?” He takes a step closer to you as you back up against a wall. “My floor.” He whispers and winks so the other doctors and nurses couldn’t hear the dirty comment.

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Johnny x Reader


Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst 

Teaser: You found yourself undeniably comfortable around him. He wasn’t as intimidating as you had thought, if anything he was probably a bigger loser than you and that drawn you to him even more. In the 20 minutes that you spent idly walking together you found yourself having more things in common with him than any of you other friends, and the feeling of having a new friend got you excited.’  

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I Can’t Help...

Plot: Sebastian gets back from a long trip and accompanies you to a friends wedding.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 1796

Warnings: Some smut at the end; fluff (Is fluff a warning?), some language

“Hey babe, I just landed and I’m catching a cab home.” Sebastian said over the phone. You could tell he was tired from the tone of his voice.

“You don’t have to go to the wedding Seb. I understand.” Your voice was soft as you responded. You yourself were tired, but it was for one of your best friends and you knew you needed to go.

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Stiles Imagine #12

Requested: yes

Plot: Stiles and reader are best friends but will this change when he walks in on her changing?

A/N: Enjoy, requests are open, and I’ll try to post more!!!

Warnings: kinda nsfw
“It’s pizza and movie night!” You sang as you simultaneously skipped and danced over to Stiles and Scott.

“Oh shoot, I can’t make it. I have a date with Kira at 7 and a study session from 4 to 6:30.” Scott sighed.

You pouted, “Stiles, you can still come right?”

“Yeah of course, I’ll be there.” He nodded quickly.

“Awesome! I’ll see you later my lovely Stiles and Scott, treacherous snake, who knows when I’ll see you. Bye!” You exclaimed, running off but dropping the papers and notebook in your hand in the process. Forgetting you had a simple dress on, you bent right over, exposing your pink lacy underwear to Stiles and Scott, who were luckily the only ones who seemed to be paying attention.

“Oops! See you later!” You laughed.

“Oh my god.” Stiles moaned.

“Stiles, just ask her out! Do something! I’m so tired of having to accidentally walk into your room as you moan her name or have you not listen to my problems because you’re focused on her!” Scott complained.

“I will! Maybe tonight, who knows?” Stiles mumbled.

“Make it happen, I’m gonna be late. Tell me how it goes later.” Scott said as he waved goodbye and headed towards his last class.

“I got this.” Stiles told himself.

Later that day he went home and freshened up, he would have liked to dress up but it was just movie night. There was no need to make anything seem out of the ordinary.

He got into the Jeep after changing into some sweats.

His phone buzzed at a stop light, the text reading, ‘Hey, forgot my parents weren’t going to be home tonight. The door is unlocked when you get here, in the shower really quick.“

"I can’t believe she’s home alone with the door unlocked.” Stiles sighed to himself, how in the world did you think that was safe?

He pulled into the drive way, hurrying inside and received a confirmation of your shower. There was trashy 90s music playing all throughout the house very loudly.

He sat down on the couch, ordered a pizza after 10 minutes, the began to look through the movies.

After 20 minutes he wondered what was taking so long and began his trek upstairs. He knocked on your door, but you must not have heard it over the music.

“(Y/N)! Hey are you almost done in there?” He yelled.

Still no response, he continued to knock and get no response, so he opened the door.

If lacy underwear were good earlier, now was even better. You danced around your room, wet hair flying everywhere as you shimmied into your underwear- baby pink, lace underwear. A matching bra already on, as you proceeded to shake your hips from side to side.

You danced to one side of your bed, eyes closed with your hairbrush gripped tightly in one hand as you belted out the lyrics to the song. You laughed and heaved in a breath, reaching for the shorts and t shirt you had set out on the bed.

Stiles stood frozen, unable to move, his eyes glued on you.

“Stiles! How long have you been there?” You asked, clutching you’re clothes to your bare body.

“Oh uh- you you weren’t opening your door, I just wanted to tell you that I was here, like I was present, here, in your house. I’ve been here for 30 minutes, half an hour, a while.” Stiles said.

“Ok, um, do you mind?” You asked awkwardly.

Stiles nodded vigorously, turning and shutting the door.

He sat on the couch, waiting for you and waiting for the pizza to show up.

The doorbell went off, taking Stiles’ mind off you in your room.

“Large pepperoni pizza and garlic cheese bread, your total is 21.67.” The delivery man recited.

Stiles handed him 25, “Thanks bro, have a good night. Drive safe.”

He took the boxes and closed the door, taking a deep breath. He had to act normal, nothing happened.

“Oh yay! Pizza’s here.” You smiled, taking the boxes and setting them on the table in front of the tv.

“I’ll get some plates.” Stiles muttered.

He returned to the living room with plates in his hands, seeing The Avengers on the tv.

“It’s been 2 months since we’ve seen this, no complaints.” You jokingly glared.

“Huh, oh yeah, no complaints.” Stiles replied.

You got comfortable on the couch, taking some pizza and garlic bread on your plate and hitting play. Stiles did the same, on the opposite end of the couch- 5 feet away.

“Get closer!” You laughed.

“I’m ok.” Stiles answered.

You sighed, but let it be, eating your pizza and focusing on the movie.

At about the half way point, the pizza was gone and you had moved closer to Stiles. You laid your head on his shoulder, like nothing happened.

Stiles shifted uncomfortably, trying to subtly move away from you.

You groaned, “Stiles! This needs to stop! You’re acting like I have a disease or something! What’s up? And don’t say nothing because I know you, I know you don’t act like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Stiles sighed, “I’m in love with you! I have been in love with you, but you go around and act like nothing! I don’t want to say that you do it on purpose, I know you don’t, but I see you in your lingerie and your cute ass underwear and I just- I- it does things to me! We’re best friends, I shouldn’t think about you like that! But just, it’s like I can’t stop thinking about you, and I look like a creeper when I see it happen.”

You grabbed Stiles cheeks, pressing your lips to his. You both kissed like your life depended on it, you put all your pent up emotions into the kiss.

“I love you too. I love you so much, more than I can explain.” You whispered.

“Thank god!” Stiles smiled, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you again. His hands began to roam your body, play with your hair, and eventually rest on your waist.

(!!This is where the sexy scenes start!!)

“Do something.” You panted.

Stiles moved so that you were beneath him, his hand holding your arms above your head as he kissed up and down your neck.

He got to the the end of your neck where your shoulder and throat met. He heard an intake of breath and began sucking to leave a mark. A euphoric moan left your lips, egging Stiles on.

“Do something please.” You pleaded.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Stiles asked in a deep, raspy voice.

“Yes, just please.”

The night continued on, a night of passionate love making for the first time together. Moans and groans filling the sex scented air. Slick, sweat covered bodies coming together and meeting in the light of the movie. Lips meeting passionately, hot air fanning one another’s faces. 'I love you’s’ falling from lips as hips met over and over again.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Stiles panted as he stilled after having just finished.

“I love you too.” You smiled dreamily, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

The both of you got dressed, cuddled and spent the rest of the night kissing and mumbling 'I love you’s’ repeatedly.

“You should spend the night.” You suggested.

“It’s probably too late to drive home now anyways.” Stiles agreed.

You both reached for your phones at the same time, letting out a laugh.

“Who is it?” You asked Stiles.

“Scott, you?”

“Scott.” You replied with a laugh.

“He knew?!” Stiles asked incredulously.

“Of course, he’s my best friend. Don’t act like you didn’t tell him either.” You smiled.

Stiles gripped you by the waist, laughing as he pressed kisses all over your face. “I love you.”

“I know, I know. I love you too.”

How They React to an Argument With Reader

Anon:  Mmm, so obviously this won’t be answered for a bit (you’re super popular, yay!) but how about Easy Company argument headcanons? So like, how they react in an argument with you? Idk, it was something I was thinking about with fic ideas and I trust you :)

Richard Winters: He becomes very reserved, but he never actually leaves the house. He will give you your space and spend time in another room in the house, and if you want to leave then he won’t stop you, but eventually, he’ll sit down with you and talk it out. Your arguments usually last about 2-3 hours, depending on the severity.

Lewis Nixon: He gets heavily drunk, even if you’ve been working with him on his alcoholism, an argument with you flips the switch. He’ll probably storm out of the house and go to his favorite local bar to get absolutely shit-faced. You’ll end up going to get him so he doesn’t drive home and in the morning - after the hangover’s subsided - you’ll try to make up. Your arguments can last anywhere from 12 hours to a full day.

Ronald Speirs: He gets quiet and leaves, locking the door and driving off to who knows where. He has a very good hold on his rage, but he doesn’t want you seeing him so angry. He comes back soon because he gets worried about you. Even if you don’t want him in the house, he’ll stay nearby. Your arguments really don’t last that long, maybe an hour and a half, tops.

Carwood Lipton: He doesn’t leave and he doesn’t walk away. He sits down with you and talks it out. He can’t stand the idea of you being upset with him, so he tries to make it stop as soon as possible. After the argument is done, he’ll spend time making sure you’re happy (hint hint) and the next day he’ll bring flower home. Your longest argument was about 45 minute long.

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Be nice to me baby

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Be nice to me baby

Jimin angst

Jimin X reader


The moon shining through the trees as you made your way home you mood still not changed from earlier you and you boyfriend jimin had been having fights recently and his temper and attitude had completely changed and took it out on you. You continued to walk to your apartment you both shared nervous of what was a waiting you. His morning he had screamed at you  for making him breakfast and yelled at you to leave him alone which ended you going out the door in tears crying your heart of on the bus with the only comfort you had gotten in weeks which laid in the arms of a elderly woman who gave you a cuddle and gave you a tissue as she saw you crying.

So why was he so mad?

Well you were about to find out, you stood there hesitantly putting you key in the lock and quietly open the door only to be greeted with darkness and silence.

“Jimin baby” you said with caution in your voice. Only to be greeted with silence.

You saw a light on in the office so carefully walked towards it with your heart in your throat. Why were you so scared? you had been dating for since you were 9 and he was 11. And you had never had a argument you now 19 turning 20 soon and the jimin you fell for was slowly fading away and you didn’t know why.

You approached the door and took a big deep breath and knocked on the door only to be greeted with silence again. You open the door to see your boyfriend slouched over the desk with his back towards you and the desk covered in papers ,documents  and folders. He let out a sigh and picked up a folder from the follow only to be surprised when he saw you in the door way.

“what do you want” he sniggered and continued you Fick through the folder.

“I wanted to see you baby” you smiled and moved away from the door and moved over to him.

“Why did you come back?” he said clearly annoyed by your presence.

“I missed you I know you have been working so hard so wanted to see if you were okay “you said gently gliding your fingers through his black hair only for him to slap them way in an angry mood.

“GET THE HELL OF ME YOU BITCH” he yelled and stood up from his desk.

“ sorry .b..aby “ you said obviously scared from what just happen and walking back wards from him.

“LEAVE ME ALONE DIDN’T YOU GET THAT? LEAVE “he hissed through his teeth his face getting more annoyed.

“I’m sorry baby calm down “you said with a smile

“YOU STUPID? LEAVE ME ALONE SLUT” he screamed head close you exploding. you grabbed your purse and ran out the door only for hot tears to run down your face as you walked to the bus stop.

Why was he like this? You loved him so much why? Hot tears gushing down your face as you continued to think of jimin.

You waited for the bus yes you didn’t drive your parents died in a car accident when you were 15 meaning you lived with your grandma and were terrified to  get behind the wheel. You tired but ended up bursting in to tears and having a panic attack but finding your way in to jimins arms made everything better. But also you didn’t need to jimin drove and you went everywhere together so there wasn’t any need. You even went to the same college together he bought you lunch every day and picked you up from college on the days he wasn’t at college and was working. He was amazing so what changed.

The bright green bus pulled up to the stop and you got on the buses around here were all old and rusty so it took a while to start again, Luckily you only lived 2 minutes way from the town so it didn’t take long for you to be stepping of the bus only to be greeted with raining the down pour covered the jumper in seconds and remembering you  didn’t bring you a umbrella you signed and continued to walk towards the nearest restaurant your shoes squeaking as you did so.

You pushed open the door only for the smell of chips and curry to hit your nostrils making you drool at the smell.  The place was cute and clean was empty with only a few tables full you made your way to an empty table that was near the window and sat down you began to watch the rain pour down the windows .It was 6.30 and you hadn’t eaten all day you wanted to ask jimin if he wanted to go out to eat he had been working day and studying all night for weeks and you wanted him to have a break. That didn’t happen you wiped away the fresh tears that escaped your eyes and quickly wiped them away with your sodden grey jumper before anyone saw.

“Good afternoon miss what do you want today?” a cute boy said his teeth sticking out and his smile covering his whole face You sat up and smiled at the man before saying.

“Hi ermm chips and Diet coke Please” you said and he walked away to get your order giving you a small smile before he did so.

45 minutes later

You got bored of looking through Instagram all pictures of your friends with happy lives good boyfriends, money, boyfriends spoiling them with teddys and perfume and expensive holidays to the Caribbean. Jimin worked hard but you wanted a little bit of attention he hadn’t bought you anything in ages he used to do it all the time. Even when you were kids he bought you this pink cow on your first date and you loved it. you sighed and   checked your phone seeing if there was any messages from Jimin but sadly no. You had been gone for hours didn’t he care.

“I have your meal sorry for the long wait” you snapped out of your day dream to see the young waiter placing the food on the table and giving you a smile.

“it’s okay thank you” you spoke giving him a smile before he left the table and went to another table.

You picked up the salty goodness and placed it in your mouth only for you to moan in response it was good. You picked up more chips and placed them in ketchup and shoved them in your mouth. You shoved food in nonstop until the plate was clean. Satisfied that the chips filled your hunger you have a big drink of you coke and picked up the menu.

 do they do cake? You thought in your head and flicked through the menu looking for a desert to satisfy your sweet tooth.

“That’s my boyfriend’s favourite” the young waiter looked over your shoulder and look at the ice cream with sprinkles and smiled. 

“OOOHH okay I will have one please “you said as he picked up the empty dishes and went back to the kitchen.

Not long after he placed the ice cream down and you drooled in response your mouth filled with saliva as you began to eat this delicious treat.

You finished eating and paid and then made your way back to the bus stop only to be greeted with the rain again and only to remember that the bus stopped 20 minutes ago. You signed and began to walk back home.

Did jimin want you there? You began to realise he said leave what were you going to do you didn’t have anywhere else to stay?

It was now 9:30 it was raining and dark and he hadn’t come looking for you it was clear he didn’t care you said in your mind and sat down on a rock. Were you not enough for him did he get bored? Maybe he was dating his co-worker at work she was blonde and had a curvy body you always were jealous of her. Did you not satisfy him anymore? Did he find someone else?

You didn’t understand what had happened why was he like this he had always been loving a kind so why the sudden change?. You fell for him very quick when you first met it was at a friends party and you   had a crush on him  straight way with his chubby cheeks and cute smile he was lovley and kind  just what you wanted. Time passed and you loved him more he always treated you to little things meals out , movie dates an gifts but the last few weeks he changed. You tried to ask what was wrong but always got yelled at.

Was this the end for you both?

You were brought out of your thoughts as your saw you had 10 miss calls from jimin and 15 texts asking where you were. You smiled as your saw he did care about you, you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your lips. You suddenly were blinded by car head lights as the car pulled up in front of you.

You saw jimins head get out the car with a bouquet of red roses in his hand and small smile on his face before running over to you.

“I’m so sorry please don’t leave me again” he said as he burst in to tears. You looked at him with a confused look.


“Baby I’m so sorry “he continued “ I’m such a bad boyfriend I went after you after I said those things I wanted to apologies but I couldn’t fine you I started to worry that you had left me for good” he said while holding your hand and letting a few tears escape from his eyes.

You open your mouth to speak but jimin spoke up again.

“Y/N you mean so much to me and I realised how much of an ass I have been and I am so sorry I don’t want to make you cry anymore , I saw what my life would be like without you and I don’t want that I am so ashamed of what I have been saying to you these last few weeks I don’t know what happened” He said through tears.

“But I promise it won’t happen again baby I swear I can’t live without you baby “ He paused and smile and huge smile formed on his lips and he said the next words that would change your life.

“Will you marry me” he said as he got on knee and pulled out a ring.

“Yes” you said as he burst in to tears.

“How long have you had this?” you questioned as he slipped the wedding band on your finger.

“About 2 days after I met you baby” he said as he pressed his lips against yours.

SHE'S NO YOU - Background + Ch.1

As promised, it’s here!


A/N: This book is based in 2016, in New York City. Finn is CEO of his own company, and his Ex-wife Rae is a Senior Architect at her Friend Chloe’s Company. Together, they have Two beautiful children, Josh who’s 7, and Ruby who’s 6. Both in there mid-30s, thry despise each other after an ugly divorce. They are both very family oriented, both with plenty of Siblings. I wanted a different twist to my MMFD fic, especially for Finn. 

Rae (32): Linda (65) & Karim (50) (step-dad to all siblings), Robert (38) + family, Julian (35) + son, Mark (34).

Rae + Siblings: dad passed away when Rae was 6 months old. He wasn’t very loving, and died a lonely man.


Finn (35): Gary (69) (Finns mum non-existent) & Veronica (58), Natalia (31) + family, Daniel (25) + GF, Mika (23), AND FINALLY FINNS LAST BROTHER IS… ARCHIE! (33)

Just to explain Finns family… Finns mum and Gary had a small fling before he started dating Veronica. Finns mum Julie turned up with a 3 month old baby boy claiming it was Gary’s (this point he was seeing veronica). She gave Finn to Gary and took off with a wad of cash.. never to be seen again. Finn calls Veronica ma, and is the only mother he has known. Together Gary and Veronica had Archie, Natalia, Daniel and Mika.

(DNA tests confirm Finn is Gary’s son)


SO much information to take in, but I thought I’d give you a bit of information about everyone. Chloe, chop, archie and izzy will have aperences in this book but I wanted this to focus more on Rae and Finn!!

As always ignore my grammar mistakes and spelling! Not too good at editing.


“Kids hurry up, your father will be here any minute now” I yelled up the stairs whilst I finished organising their weekend bags.

It was a constant battle to get them moving after 6pm. If it wasn’t to go to the toilet or get food, I swear my childen wouldn’t shift away from that idiotic TV.

“Josh! Don’t forget to pack your inhaler this time” I called over my shoulder.

“There’s no freaking way I’m dropping that off again” I mumbled to myself, thinking about the awful scene.

He called me lousy mother for not packing it, and I called him a dick for not double checking it was there. Yep, it wasn’t a Rae and Finn ‘chit-chat’ without a smidgen of abuse thrown around. Verbal abuse, of course. He wasn’t a violent person, but a slip of his tongue could pack a punch.

“Got it mum” Josh smiled.

His spiderman onsie was a little big for him. It had been flying off the shelves when I walked into Target a few weeks ago. I grabbed the closest one, running away from the dog pile mother’s had formed in the Isle. He looks adorable, and turns out they are his favourite pj’s. Bonus!

“Good. Now can you please tell your sister to hurry up and brush her teeth whilst I finish getting ready” I cooed. When he turned around, i cheakily patted his bum. I chuckled at the little scowl he gave me. It always reminded me so much of his father, it was honestly heart breaking. The little facial expressions he gives you, and them chocolate brown eyes were everything. Joshua did make me miss the man that tore my life apart, just that little bit more everyday.

I went to the mirror, trying to ignore the small argument that was going on from the upstairs bathroom. Currently, (by the sounds of things) Ruby is giving her brother another ear full about using her princess toothpaste; very expensive toothpaste may I add. Even at the age of 6, I could see my little girl becoming a diva.

I re-applied my nude lipstick, smacking my lips together for effect. Then straightened out the skirt of my black dress, making sure there were no wrinkles. Lastly, I tussled the soft curls in my hair, and deemed myself acceptable for the rest of the population.

It was already 7:25pm, and I had a company dinner at my one of my families restaurants. It was still a 20 minute drive by taxi (if the traffic was good), and at this rate I was going to be late for the 8pm start. Between the kids messing around upstairs and Finn’s tardiness, my frustrations would soon boil over.

I say 7pm, he comes 30 minutes late. Of course, I couldn’t expect anything better from the deceitful man.

“Mooooom, do we have to go to dads? Can’t I just come with you?”

“Ruby we’ve been over this four times-” I sighed.


“No! It’s your dad’s weekend and your going to spend time with him honey. He loves you. He wants to spend time with you” I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair that was a complete mess on top of her head. Another thing for him to complain about I guess.

“I love daddy too. I just wish she wasn’t there all the time”.

I couldn’t help but awkwardly drop to my knees in front of my little girl. I lifted her chin and kissed her plump cheek, this seemed to become a annual accurance everytime she was set to spend every second weekend with Finn or even the two school pick ups he did on Tuesday and Thursday.

I couldn’t stand the bitch she was talking about as much as the next person, but I couldn’t tell a 6 year old that. It sadden me that she felt this way but the one time I tried to express that to my ex-husband, he went off on another crazy rant about slandering his girlfriend to our children. It nearly caused us another day in court. 

“You need to tell daddy that” I stroked her cheek and got to my feet just as the bell rang.

“I don’t want him to be angry with me…” she sniffed. I could see my daughters eyes glisten with unshed tears.

As a mother, you never want to see your children cry, doing everything in your power to make them happy. This unfortunately was something that I couldn’t help fix, without world War 3 breaking out in my living room.

“Baby he would never get mad at you. Now go get cleaned up and hurry back. I’ll go let daddy in” she nodded, headed back towards the bathroom whilst I went towards the large wooden door of my town house.

“Finally” Finn grumbled as I opened the door. He stood there in his work clothes, since it was a Friday night I understood why. He looked as dashing as always in his suit and tie. I was glad he went for the light colours today, normally it was always red and black. He looked handsome. As always.

“Well hello to you too” I mused sarcasticly. Leaving the door open, I didn’t even wait for his grunt reply and just simply went to the kids suitcases.

“Everything is packed. Josh now has two puffs of his inhaler at night as well as in the morning, just until his completely over this small cold he can’t seem to shake. Doctors aren’t worried but it’s just for precaution”.

“Why wasn’t I notified about this doctors appointment Rae! I’m his father I should of been there” Here we go again.

“I did call your office, your mobile was busy…” I slipped on Joshua’s jacket on his shoulders, not even bothering to acknowledge Finn whilst I talked to him.

“I left a message with your assistant-girlfriend whatever. If she didn’t give you the message then it’s not my problem”.

“RUBY, HONEY. HURRY UP OR MOMMY WILL BE LATE” I called just before I heard the pitty patter of her feet.

“Hey dad” Josh cuddled his dad once i finished buttoning up his jacket.

They had always had a strong relationship, it’s something I’ve admired. From birth he cared more about his father’s soothing voice then the women that carried his little body around for nine months. Not that I cared, I was glad that their relationship was so close, I always had my little boy but Finn had his mini me. You could tell that made him proud.

“Hey buddy, how was school?” A genuine smile radiated Finn face. He crouched down so he was looking up at Joshua whilst he talked about his day, and how Mrs. Thorne gave him a gold star of his creative writing story. 

“Hi daddy” Ruby’s timid voice sounded off when she walked towards her brother and father. They both didn’t notice, so I didn’t feel the need to acknowledge it either. Another kick to the stomach, as a mother.

“There’s my beautiful little girl! Have you been keeping mom and joshy on their toes” he grinned picking up ruby’s little body and giving her a squeeze.

“Well Joshua has been using my toothpaste again…”

I left them to talk by the door and ordered a taxi. I looked at the time again as I slid on my coat, and grabbed my bag off the kitchen counter. 7:40pm. I was definitely going to be late for the dinner start, but I new they wouldn’t be ordering food til at least 8:30pm. Thank God.

“You two go to James and he will help you guys get into the car” he nodded to his driver who stood waiting. “I’ll grab your suitcases and meet you there. I just have to talk to mommy, Ohkay?”

They both nodded, then gave me both a kiss goodbye. Trotting off towards James yelling Hello as they got situated in the car. I waved towards James and smiled, he had once been my driver when Finn and I were married, he was a lovable old chap that use to talk my ear off. I miss our little chats.

“Where are you going?” The question didn’t come across one, more of a demand to tell him why I was dressed up and heading out on this rare occasion. 

“Work dinner. Not that it’s any of your business…” I couldn’t help but flush at our proximity. This was probably the closest we had been in years, and that was only because he was standing directly in my way.

“Your little boyfriend not taking you out I see, how disappointing”. He smirked watching the anger build within me. He knew I was a ticking time bomb, I always have been. I can’t help that I take after my mother in that aspect but he has no right talking about Greg and our Relationship.

Yes, we have both 'moved somewhat on’.

“Excuse me! What does Greg have to do with this Finn” I sneered. “What about your girlfriend where’s she? Spending all your money on another boob job?”

Shit. Why did I have to open my big, fat mouth. He fed me the bait, and I took it.

“Liv is actually at her sister’s house if you must know. Tonight it’s just the kids and I” I relaxed when he didn’t scream back at me. It was still weird to watch his demeanor go ridged, and know I was the one to cause it.

“And if you must know-” I fucking knew he would have more of an input. “I quite like Liv’s tits the way they are, firm and perky. Unlike someone I know, maybe you should get yours done”.

“You mother fu- how dare you fucking body shame me! These 'saggy’ tits of mine fed both of your kids for nearly two years each, giving them the best start in life. You asshole”

His face was stoic, but I could see in his brown eyes there was a hint of underlying sadness- regret even.

“Rae I didnt-”.

“Get out!”


“I said get out of my house Finn. Now! Before I grab our kids out of that car. How dare you treat me like that”.

I was too mad to cry, too angry to even care anymore. Even though Greg and I’s sexual relationship wasn’t as active as I hoped, I knew for a fact he liked my body. After two kids, who used my body like a factory I was proud I managed to maintain my weight for once. No more late night snacks, and unhealthy foods. I didn’t want to go back to my former obesity stage, high school was not kind to me.

He grabbed the suite cases with a sigh and headed for the door just as the taxi pulled up.

No more words were exchanged. We both knew it would damage this non existing relationship more.

There’s chapter one… I hope you liked it. And there will be more too come.

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TalesFromThePizzaGuy: Harry Potter and the Tale of the Multiplying Orders.

So I get called in to close tonight since the closing driver is out sick. A little weird since I worked with him on Monday but whatever. Probably hung over from Fourth of July.

Mind you that I haven’t had a day off since I came back from Europe. I landed Wednesday, got called in Thursday, worked my scheduled days Friday through Tuesday, and got called in today. Luckily I SHOULD be off tomorrow.


I’m coming in as closing driver on a Wednesday. Nothing too bad, right? It’s pretty nice for the time I’m there, two of my buddies are the other drivers, the girl my manager is banging is cooking, it’s great. It’s slow, but I’m still getting good tips.

I take my second order. It was supposed to go to my buddy but he forgot to tag in and when he fixed it he was like “nah man you take it, my AC is broken and it’s really hot, I don’t wanna be in my car if I don’t have to be”

I took it, wonderful group of people. They asked me how my day was going. I said “I don’t know yet, seems good! This is my first (you gotta make people feel special) delivery of the day, I’m closing!”

“Oh nice! Good luck with that man!”

I wish I could have truly understood how much luck I needed today.

8:30 is the time. It’s slow enough that my manager sends the last driver that isn’t me home. I’m expecting to get a few deliveries, but nothing amazing. So there’s a double on the screen. Pretty easy. 60 minute wait, easy money.

Vroom Vroom

It’s about 9:00. Another double. As I’m walking out a third order pops up, so I figure I’ll come back, take that guy, and be done.

Vroom Vroom

why the fuck don’t people give me gate codes

Vroom Vroom

I’m back.

Somehow in the time it took me to take those deliveries, a total of 8 orders popped into the computer. And not a clean 8 orders either, these were all over the map and wouldn’t be something I could take in one go without some shit sitting in my car for hours.

I look at my manager. I look slightly downward because she’s very short.

She looks up at me, with a look of genuine anger in her eyes. Not anger at me, anger at the world. I would learn later that she had just read a text from my GM, with the words

“lol it happens”

She asks me to help out with the front. Me, being the customer maniac that I am, decide to do that and completely ignore the orders that were waiting. Besides, our wait time gave us some leeway on when the pizzas could get there. This turned out to be one of the best decisions I made in the night.

There is a constant stream of people entering, all wanting various pizza products. I genuinely have no fucking clue why this is happening. There’s no parties, no events, no reason to be out in the middle of Smallsville at 10:00 PM. We’re next to a… i don’t know what to call it but it’s essentially like 30 alienware computers and you pay $4 an hour to use the computers and they have like a shitton of games on them. Maybe there’s some gaming thing? idk, my girlfriend is the gamer, I mostly just play when I can.

So I’m taking these peoples orders, hamming it up because I am a fully roasted ham, giving out the pizzas with very little issues, until I get to about the fifth person in line.

It’s an older woman. I look at the screen. Every name is for a guy, but who knows.

“How do you get to [city that’s an hour away]” she says

I’m awestruck. I’ve gotten a few people asking for directions before. Usually it was to point people towards the nearest grocery store, or I think one time I told someone how to get to the race track.

So I give her my best pizza hut customer maniac answer.

“Yeah it’s like an hour away”

Crisis not averted.

“Well how do I get there.”

Some people would have, at this point, said “I don’t know” or “It’s really far” or “Ma'am we have 8 fucking orders and there’s South American Sasuke Uchicha standing behind you in line, I don’t have time for this shit”

But I am a fucking dumbass.

“Oh, okay, let me look it up for you!” I say as I pull out my phone. Directions to [city] yadda yadda it’s really fucking far. The hallmark of our location though is that it’s right by the onramp to a major freeway, This freeway leads to 2 other major freeways almost instantly, so it’s fantastic to get pretty much anywhere. So I kinda lead her in the general direction.

“So how do I get there”

“Oh! You just take the Z-69 South!”

It’s pretty easy to get to. Like, you literally get out of the parking lot, make a right, and follow the sign for about 30 seconds before it says “Z-69 SOUTH!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!”

I’m not going to spend a lot of time explaining how this conversation went but imagine it like the video where people are trying to convince this guy to leave his car during a flood and he’s just confused and dazed and is doing stupid shit.

This eventually lead me to walk out of the store with her (aka. My clever plan to get her the fuck out of there), and recite this phrase.

“OKAY. SO. fingers pointed with directional customer service passion YOU GO CHOO CHOO OUT OF THE PARKING LOT points to the streelight YOU GO RIGHT HERE. VROOM VROOM. YOU SEE TWO STREET LIGHTS. BING. BONG. pointing to the visible street lights as I bing and bong AND THEN YOU GET ON THE FREEWAY.”

Her response.

“… so I make a left?”

Somehow I managed to get her on her way. (read: I said “I wrote everything down, hope you find your way” and ran back inside). I look at Mexican-American Danny Zuko and tell him

“Pardon my french, but what the fuck was that shit”

I think maybe 5 minutes had passed. He just wanted his 8 piece of bone-out wings. Luckily he was chill, and the rest of the customers went fine.

Then I remembered “wait a second im the closing fucking driver”

After essentially shit-talking out GM for a minute, we figured it was time to rip the band-aid off and deliver some very late pizzas. Luckily enough only 1 pizza ended up being dispatched late since we bumped up our delivery time to 120.

I found out that this would work in the best way. I’d take 3 that were below us, driver back to the store, and take the 4 that were above us, and then come back and take the 1 that was in the gates of hell that we honestly shouldn’t deliver to.

So I take the three first. Nothing noteworthy, except that I hate trailer parks because the only labeling they have is black lettering with no light, but meh.

I get back and get ready to take the other four. Help out a few carryout customers first, good stuff, no crazy wanderers walking around, got a $1 tip, good shit.

There’s a phone call. Generally during these times, my favorite manager would employ a strategy called “fuck it they can fucking wait we’re busy as shit”

This is not my favorite manager.

So I answer the phone. It’s someone who sounds like their mouth is filled with the Chinese knock-off version of George Washington’s Teeth, talking about how the call center transferred them to us because we had a 120 minute wait.

So I informed her “yes that is a a thing”

“so can you still deliver the pizza”

I look at my manager. My manager shakes her head no, knowing what I’m gonna ask.

“no. We can do carryout though”

“Okay tha-”

“I need your order”

The order proceeds as normal, and I tell her “if you want your pizza you gotta get here before 11”

“Oh I’m already on my way”

Not having the time to contemplate why she decided to ask for delivery when she’s driving straight to our store, I hung up and got the four orders to take around the top part of our delivery area. It’s not the CLEANEST run (Imagine the literal Northwest and Northeast corners of our delivery area.) but it’s the best I can do.

People must be feeling the power of Jesus Christ or something because even as I showed up 20 minutes late, I still got hefty tips. It was fantastic. Plus 3 of the 4 orders were cash, so it consisted of “Here you go, keep the change, bye”

The fourth one was the last one I took.

I pull up to the house and someone’s pulling in the driveway. completely unrelated, they’re like “yeah someone else ordered it.”

A child answers the door. Fuck. The child gets the receipt and single pizza and runs inside. There’s a little puppy at the door so I say some weird ass white people shit to him while also making sure he doesn’t run away.

This went on for about 3 minutes as I peek inside and see what’s going on. It’s going around some more with just kind of normal household chatter until I hear.

“Wait, you’re not going to tip him?!”

“What? Why?!”

“Dude, you gotta tip him! You always gotta tip the driver”

Thank you un-named resident of the household of order #111. I thank you for your $3 generosity (the lowest tip I got on that quad but whatever)

So I run back, fucking dying as I’d taken about 7 deliveries in the time that it takes me to do about 4.

But there’s the last order.

I zoom back, mentally preparing for the 30 minute trek round trip there. I whimper, I cry, I sob.

“Oh yeah I cancelled it lol”

That day, this manager became my favorite.

All I had to do cleaning-wise was mop (aka: wipe the dirty spots because we’re both tired as shit and we can do a deep cleaning mop tomorrow), and then I was out only an hour after closing.

I made $102.69

By: CDFReditum

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 4)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating (but i mean you knew that coming into this fic), implied sex at the end (but no smut, just strongly implied)

words: 2784 (i aM SO SORRY I WAS SO INTO THIS)

a/n: so here’s chapter 4 to The Mysterious Miranda, my Great Gatsby AU. I wrote it all in one sitting, i think it’s really cute because it’s pretty much all fluff. Here’s the long awaited (at least for me) date. if you haven’t read the first three parts, do that first! feel free to leave any feedback, and my requests are open. 

part one part two part three part five part six part seven part eight part nine

Wednesday had finally come after far too much waiting in your opinion, yet the entire day seemed to drag along. You had tried to pass time by tidying up the house but when you realized you’d already stress-cleaned the entire manor, you opted to read a romantic novel from your library.

Now, your husband was getting ready to leave for his office party and though you may have sounded pushy, it didn’t much matter to either of you.

“Yes, Daveed, I will be home before midnight. Go, have fun at your party, dear!” You assured him for the third time then wrapped his coat around his shoulders as Daveed walked out the front door to leave, laughing softly.

“I’ll see you tonight, refrain from having too much fun without me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before walking out of the house, leaving you to get ready for your date.

You made your way excitedly to the large walk in closet attached to your room and looked through all of your dresses on hangers, settling on a knee length lavender flapper dress with ruffles all around the hem. There was a ribbon tie that sat around your waist once it was on, so you tied it in a floppy bow resting on your hip.

Using a small silver clip to pin one side of your hair back, you slicked it down to make a curve around the right side of your face. After finishing your hair and makeup, you grabbed your lace evening gloves that matched the dress of choice, smiling at the way your fingers wiggled freely.

As if right on cue, your doorbell rang and you rushed down to greet Jasmine at the door. “Oh, darling it’s so great to see you again!” You gushed at your friend, pressing a kiss to both of her cheeks and she returned the gesture.

“You look absolutely ravishing!” She gasped at the sight of you so you spun around in a circle to show off your outfit, giggling loudly.

“Do you reckon Mr. Miranda will like the outfit?” You slipped on your silver shoes with short heels, grabbing a purse before following your best friend out to her car.

“He’ll be speechless, darling.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You didn’t see it, did you?”

You gave her a confused look before she continued.

“The way he looked at you, it was different from how he looks at other girls. He looked at you like the moon and the stars shone out of your eyes. When he sees you, you’re the only thing he sees.”

That left you with a few things to think about.

The two of you got into her car and within minutes, Jazzy had you flying down the dirt road.

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Brosten’s ‘we don’t talk about this ever’ moment


  •  Matt has tickets to see a concert a few towns away 
  • Dan can’t go bc she’s visiting her sisters and family 
  • it’s Matt’s favorite band SO HE IS GOING 
  • He asks Neil if he wants to come bc it’s always better to go with a friend instead of by yourself 
  •  Neil wants to say ‘no’ but he sees how freakin excited our over sized puppy-man is and changes his mind

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“Just a Little Longer”

Alright guys, with how frustrating things have been about TWD I figured I could help keep the hope and positivity alive by writing another Caryl fanfic. So here’s a head canon I imagined and it takes place past season 7, and it ties within the storyline they’re on now. 

It is kind of long, but I wanted to get the whole package in there, ya know? I hope it’s worth it for you guys.

Rated M… for fluffy/smutty reasons :p. Enjoy loves!

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Justin Bieber: Surprise!

Words Count: 2605

Warning: none only a bit long 

Summery: you’re dating Justin and decided to surprise him just for you and him to get a surprise in return.

You’re dating Justin Bieber. You’re the first one he dated for a long time right after Selena. You’ve been dating for a year and a few months now. You met his parents and siblings, and his friends. As he met yours as well. You met him through a mutual friend and you hit it off straight away. You were hesitant at first, because of what you heard in the media about him, but you soon realized that it’s all lies. And slowly you became closer and he asked you out. The media found out about the two of you right away. Something that you hopped doesn’t happen, but when you’re dating Justin Bieber it’s bound to happen.

Just was on his Purpose Tour for a few months now, you would go from time to time to see him on tour, but you know his family didn’t visit him yet. So one day while you were meeting up with Jeremy for lunch at his house with Jaxon and Jazmyn.

You were sitting on the dining table with Jeremy, Jaxon and Jazmyn. When Jazmyn suddenly asked.

“Dad, is Justin going to be here for my birthday?” and you remembered that her birthday was in two weeks, and you know Justin didn’t have any planes of taking a break from his tour.

“I don’t know Jazy.” Jeremy said after his eyes met yours for a few seconds and you shrugged.

“I have an idea.” You told the young girl, she looked at you sadly. “Why don’t we surprise him on tour the?”

“Really!” She asked happily.

“Yes, but you have to ask your father first.”

“Dad can we please go see Justin? please.” Jaz asked Jeremy who made a thinking face, you and Jax laughed, as Jazmyn pouted.

“Okay fine.” Jeremy said and kissed Jazmyn’s cheek. She cheered happily. Jeremy sent you a grateful look and you just shrugged.

It took you a few days to arrange everything, next week you all will be flying to Paris where Justin will be preforming. It was also the week of Jazmyn’s birthday. You called Scooter and told him and he promised not to tell Justin.

You were hoping that no one will see you at the airport with the Biebers and post it on line for Justin to see.

“Come on guy’s time to board the plane.” Jeremy told you all as you were sitting with Jaxon playing on your phone. Jazmyn was by Jeremy’s side holding his hand. You and Jaxon both got your carry-on bags and boarded the plane. You sat on the aisle seat with Jaxon on your left, taking the window seat. Jazmyn sat behind Jaxon and Jeremy behind you.

Jaxon played for a bit before falling asleep and soon did as well. You woke up after a few hours, when it was time for lading. Jaxon and Jazmyn were very excited, they wouldn’t stand still.

“There’s a car waiting for us.” You told Jeremy as you all got your bags. “It’ll take us to the hotel we’ll drop our luggage change if we want and then to the arena, I got a text from Scooter saying that the concert will start in an hour.”

“Okay that sounds great.” Jeremy said and you soon found a man holding a paper with your name on it.

“Bonjour, Je m'appelle (y/n).” You told the man. Thankfully you know French.(I don’t know French so I’m using google translate so those who know French bear with me). ‘Hello, my name is (y/n)

“Ah Bonjour, suivez-moi s'il vous plait.” The man said and you nodded. ‘Ah hello, follow me please.’

“Come on guys let’s go.” You all followed the man to the SUV that was waiting for you. The car drive to the hotel wasn’t long. It took about 20 minutes to get there. You walked in got your room keys and went to your rooms. In 30 minutes you’ve freshen up and changed so did the Biebers. The car was waiting outside when you all left the hotel.

“Are you guys excited?” You asked Jaxon and Jazmyn.

“YES!” They said in one breath. You laughed, you loved those two as if they were you’re siblings.

“Look there’s the arena we’re almost there.” You said and pointed to the arena. Five minutes later you managed to go to the back of the building, where a staff member was waiting for you.

“Hey Alex.” You greeted the familiar man. He was one of Justin crew, you saw him a few times when you visited Justin before.

“Hey (y/n), you’re all just on time.” Alex said and he led you guys inside. “Justin just went on stage.”

“Ok, did Scooter tell you what the plan was?” Jeremy asked Alex as he held Jazmyn’s hands and you held Jaxon’s. The reason you always were with Jaxon and Jazmyn with Jeremy, is because Jaxon is older and you could keep him in check more than Jazmyn.

“Yes, Jazmyn and Jaxon will join him on stage when he’s singing Let me love you.” Alex said and you nodded. “That’s the song right before the break.”

“Okay cool.” Jeremy said and you were led backstage to watch the show. Justin sang a few songs and you were dancing and laughing with Jaxon and Jazmyn, unknown to you three Jeremy was filming you.

“It’s time.” Alex said as you heard the first notes of Let me love you being played. Jaxon and Jazmyn both walked on stage and you bite you lips as Justin hadn’t noticed them yet. The fans how ever did and they shouted and screamed. Justin turned and saw his siblings walking up to him, a smile boke on his face and he kept singing, as they hugged each other. The DJ played the song so when Justin stopped singing it played. After a few seconds of hugging Justin let go and he started singing again as Jaxon and Jazmyn danced with the dancers on stage. Just danced with them. He even twirled Jazy.

“They look so cute.” You told Jeremy who was smiling at his children.

“Yes, thank you for doing this.” Jeremy said and you just gave him a smile.

“It wasn’t a problem at all.” You told him turned back to the stage where the song was ending. The fans screamed. As Justin carried Jazmyn and held Jaxon’s hand. They walked off stage and Jaxon led Justin to you and his dad. He greeted your dad first, before turning to you. He sat Jazmyn down and walked up to you. Justin gave you a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for bringing them.” Justin told you and kissed your neck softly.

“It’s okay, Jaz wanted to see you for her birthday.” You told him and hugged him back just as tight. Your bodies were pressed tightly together and you didn’t mind him being sweaty at all. Justin let go of you and picked your lips. He knew that some fans could see a little bit of you, so he decided not kiss you like he would’ve wanted.

“Come on guys let’s go.” Justin turned to his family, and held your hand in his. You all went to his dressing room. Justin quickly changed to his next outfit, and walked back to you all. You were sitting on a sofa. Justin held Jaz, and Jaxon sat on Justin’s left and you on his right. His dad sat in front of you all, Scooter soon joined you all.

“Hey everyone.” Scooter said and sat next to Jeremy.

“Hey.” Was heard around the room.

“Nice to see you all here.” Scooter said and smiled at us. You all talked for a few minutes, Scooter and Jeremy started talking quietly with each other but you paid them not attention.

“Okay guys I’m taking a picture, so crush Justin.” You told Jaxon and Jazmyn. They laughed and jumped on to Justin crushing him. Justin let out an aw, and then started tickling them. You took a picture of them sitting ‘crushing’ Justin and then turned it into a video. Jax and Jaz were laughing so much.

“She told us to do it Justin.” Jax said and pointed to you. You let out a scream, you dropped your phone just as Justin started to tickle you. Jax took your phone and started filming you two.

“JUSTIN! S-STOP HAHAH PLEASEEEE, S-STOP.” You’re very ticklish and Justin knew that.

“Say that you’re sorry.” Justin said he was smiling.

“Okay, o-okay s-sorry.” Justin stopped and hugged you. “Oh god, I’m never visiting you on tour again. Ever.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Justin said and kissed your cheek.

“Justin time to go.” The tour manger came in and said. “Also there’s a slight change in the song order.”

“Okay.” Just said and let go of me. I gave Justin a quick kiss and he left to the stage. I turned to Jax. “Where’s my phone?”

“I gave it to dad.” Jax said and shrugged, I turned to find Jeremy nowhere to be found. You sighed and turned to the remaining Biebers in the room. “Do you want to watch the rest of the show?”

“Yes!” Jazy said and jumped of the sofa. You all left the room and went to the spot you were standing on in the beginning. Justin was singing one less long girl. You smiled as a fan was brought out, and Justin sang to her gave her a red roses, and a kiss on the cheek. The girl was crying very hard. You smiled at how happy Justin was making her. You weren’t jealous at all, you knew it meant nothing and that was it.

A few songs went by and you and the kids danced around and jumped and sang with them. Honestly you were having lots of fun. It was just before the last song that Jeremy found you.

“Sorry, Jax gave me your phone and then I left without realizing it was with me.” Jeremy said and gave you your phone.

“It’s okay.”

“Her (y/n) can you come with me for a minute?” Scooter asked he was with the Tour manger. You nodded and followed them. You were next to a door that led you somewhere.

“What’s up?” You asked them confused. Justin was in the second half of boyfriend my now.

“We’re so sorry.” The manager said and you were beyond confused.

“About what?”

“Well look we know that you love Justin and that he loves you, you both have a good relationship, the best he had in a very, very long time.” Scooter said and you were confused and scared. “So we all and by all I mean your family Justin’s and everyone that knows the two of you, we started doing things behind your back and tonight is the night you see what we came up with.”

“What?” You frowned you were confused and worried. Before Scooter could answer the door opened and a few of Justin’s dancers came in, you were suddenly pulled on stage. Justin looked confused. He finished Boyfriend but still didn’t start in the last song. The fans screamed so loud.

“What’s going on?” Justin asked, the mic still on, making everyone hear what he was saying. You just shrug.

“I have no idea.” You turned to look at Scooter.

“Just sing purpose and you’ll understand everything.” Scooter shouted for Justin.

“Ookay.” Justin was just as confused as you were. Justin turned to you. The stage was cleared of everyone. There was a stool brought out for you but you didn’t move towards it.

Feeling like I’m breathing my last breath
Feeling like I’m walking my last steps
Look at all of these tears I’ve wept
Look at all the promises that I’ve kept’

Justin sang to you he led you to the stool, you sat down and the fans screamed louder and pointed to the screens behind you. You and Justin turned and saw it was a clip playing of you and him, they were really small clips, some even from your snapchat.

‘I put my heart into your hands
Here’s my soul to keep
I let you in with all that I can
You’re not hard to reach’

There was the videos of today there was even pictures thrown in. You were smiling like crazy, Justin was still singing and the fans were all silent as there was an audio with them, it was just loud fro everyone to hear, but not louder than Justin’s voice.

‘And you’ve blessed me with the best gift
That I’ve ever known
You give me purpose
Yeah, you’ve given me purpose,

There was some when you were at your parents’ house, private parties and you had no idea you were filmed. You knew they were taken by family and close friends. For some reason you were getting emotional. Tears gathered in your eyes.

‘Thinking my journey’s come to an end, oh
Sending out a farewell to my friends
Forever peace
Ask you to forgive me for my sins
Oh would you please?
I’m more than grateful for the time we spent
My spirit’s at ease’

You laughed at the silly videos that you made, that they took from your and Justin’s phone. It was as if it was a timeline of your relationship.

‘I put my heart into your hands
Learn the lessons you teach
No matter when, wherever I am
You’re not hard to reach
And you’ve given me the best gift
That I’ve ever known
You give me purpose everyday
You give me purpose in every way’

Justin was hugging you from behind as you sat on the stool, he had his head on your knee. His voice got softer as he sang, it was like he forgot about the fans and he was singing to you.

‘Oh, you are my everything
Oh, you are my everything’

Justin kissed your cheer, it came to the part that Justin usually talks in in the song. But then the volume of the videos is turned up, and you saw a video, it was in Christmas, you were at Justin’s house with family. You were leaning into Justin as you laid on the sofa. (Italic means in the video.)

“I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.” Justin said and you turned to look at him.

“What are you talking about? I can’t believe I’m so lucky.” You told him and smiled at him.

“Seriously, I actually never thought that you’ll go out with me, I mean I really was f@cked up before, and I just got myself together before I met you.” Justin said and you smiled sadly at him.

“Justin, I want you to know that you mean so much to me, I don’t care about the past. We’re here now.” You told him. “And that all that matters. So please just forget about what happened and what you’ve done, you’re making up for it now.” Justin kissed your lips softly and you smiled in the kiss your eyes closed. You pulled back and looked at him.

“I love you.” Justin said softly you wondered how that could be heard in the video.

“I love you too.” You said right away not even thinking about it.

You had tears running down your face when the video ended. Justin turned you around and hugged your properly, Justin kissed your cheek and then you turned your face, so your lips met. The fans went crazy. It was a passionate kiss, you pull back before anything else happens. “I love you.” You told Justin and hugged him once again.

“I love you too.”

10 Seconds Until Midnight - D.H.

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: reader and Dan have been dating for a few years but when New Year’s rolls around and [Y/N]’s flight back to London is delayed, neither is sure that [Y/N] will make it for a midnight kiss.

Requested: no

Warnings: feels, swearing, extremely cliche

A/N: here’s my New Year’s imagine a day early bc I won’t have time to post it tomorrow SO please enjoy, lemme know what you think okay cool cool cool.. also HAPPY (EARLY) NEW YEAR FRIENDS, hopefully 2017 is better than 2016


[Y/N]’s POV:

I sigh into the phone, eyes closing as it continues to ring.

“Hi love,” he finally picks up.

“Hey,” I reply miserably.

“Everything alright? Aren’t you meant to be on your flight already?” I hear him ask Phil what time it is, checking to see that he was, in fact, correct.

I sigh again, “Yeah, my flight was meant to leave JFK at 9:00 this morning, it was delayed… Something about the plane not being ready.”

“Oh,” he pauses, “D’you know when you’re meant to leave?”

“In like an hour or so apparently, it’s just before 10:00 now. I think it ends up being 4:00 pm London time.”

“That means you won’t be getting into Heathrow until just after 11:00 pm…” he trails off.

“I know.. I probably won’t even make it home for midnight,” I bite my lip, feeling slightly sad at the fact that I probably wouldn’t be back in time for midnight.

Dan and I hadn’t missed a New Year’s together since we’d started dating, and had actually met because we were the only two single people of each of our friend group’s at a New Year’s party.

I hear Phil in the background quietly, “Has she seen about getting an earlier flight?”

“Did you hear that?” Dan says into the phone.

“Yeah, and I tried.. The earliest flight they could get me on other than my own wasn’t until 11:45. I figured I might as well stick it out on this one.”

I hear Dan relay this information to Phil before speaking to me again, “I mean, there’s still a chance you’ll be home in time.”

“I suppose.”

Neither of us talk for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe through the phone.

“I hope you guys have fun tonight at your party, tell Sarah I say hi,” I speak first, getting ready to hang up on him.

“I’ll tell Phil to, it’s his girlfriend.”

I laugh lightly in response, not wanting to hang up my cellphone but knowing the international charges were slowly creeping higher and higher the longer I remained on the call.

“I’ve missed you.. I wish you could’ve come with me.”

“I do too love,” Dan doesn’t finish his thought, probably genuinely wishing he could’ve flown to New York to visit my family with me.

Unfortunately for us, I had a ton of meetings to go to in New York for the clothing line I was working on and Dan wasn’t able to come. Between meetings, I had to rush around seeing as many family members as I could and because we knew I’d be so busy, we thought it best for Dan to just stay home.

The two of us go silent again, before Dan speaks up, “Sarah just got here so I think I’d better go… I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“See you soon.”


The phone clicks as Dan hangs up and I pull it from my face, clicking the screen off for a few seconds before unlocking it again and opening twitter.

@/y/t/n: I’m stuck in New York for another hour waiting for my flight back to London, impromptu q&a?

I slowly begin scrolling through the replies to my tweet, trying to find an interesting question.

@/isabellajohnson: @/y/t/n is @/danisnotonfire with you

I quickly like the tweet, typing out a reply.

@/y/t/n: @/isabellajohnson actually no, he wasn’t able to come to New York with me

I continue scrolling, finding another tweet to reply to.

@/phanupdates: @/y/t/n what’s your favourite song atm?

@/y/t/n: @/phanupdates honestly i’ve just been listening to Christmas music.. but it’s probably (insert your favourite song rn)

I continue scrolling, many of the questions now being about why Dan wasn’t with me, and asking whether we’d broken up. I try to ignore them, continuing to answer other questions but people asking about Dan and I continue to fill my replies.

I finally give in, answering one of the many tweets asking the same question.

@/pastely/n: @/y/t/n why wasn’t Dan with you? everything alright between you two? 

@/y/t/n: @/pastely/n i was so busy all week, we decided it made more sense for him to stay in the UK, everything’s fine.. right babe @/danisnotonfire

Less than 5 minutes after I’ve sent it out, both Dan and Phil have answered my tweet.

@/AmazingPhil: @/y/t/n @/pastely/n if the super mushy phone call i just overheard is any indication, Dan and [Y/N] are fine!!

@/danisnotonfire: @/y/t/n @/pastely/n yes ofc we’re fine, i just didn’t want to sit in a bunch of [Y/N]’s meetings, i would’ve been too awkward

I like and retweet both boys’ tweets, deciding that now is a good time for the q&a to come to a close, tweeting:

@/y/t/n: alright guys, well that was fun but i’ve gotta go, expect my first video of the new year on my channel Sunday! Happy (early) New Year!

I close the twitter app, seeing that I’ve received a message from Dan.

Have a safe flight love, text me when you land!

We’re about to go out for dinner and I’m a forgetful shit so I thought I’d say that now

Will do, I can’t wait to get home and see you

Me too, love you

Love you too

He doesn’t answer after that, and I can only assume that he’s probably left and is doing the “forgetful shit” thing because he hasn’t read it yet.

I decide to make my way to the small snack shop across from the waiting area outside my gate. I buy a pack of candy and bottle of water, making my way to sit back down.

Almost as soon as I’ve sat back down into my seat, they announce that my flight is beginning to board. I stand up, putting my backpack onto my back again after throwing the things I’d just bought into it.

I step into the small line forming, passport and boarding pass in hand.

When I finally step up to the desk, I hand both things to the airport staff who quickly hand them back, smiling at me and telling me to have a safe flight. I smile back politely, quietly saying thank you as I begin making my way onto the plane.

As I sit down in my seat, I pull out my phone, sending Dan a message to tell him that I’m finally boarding.

I then turn my phone onto airplane mode, pulling out a sweater of Dan’s I had in my bag and preparing for the near 7 hour flight.

time jump woo:

I’m woken up by the sound of the pilot’s voice over the intercom, “We’ll be landing at London Heathrow Airport in approximately 20 minutes around 11:03pm local time. Please begin to prepare for descent into London.”

I groggily sit up a little straighter, pulling out my now quiet headphones as the playlist I had been listening to had long ended.

I feel excitement start to course through me at being home, finally being able to see Dan again after just over a week. Despite a week being a relatively short length of time, spending more than a few days without Dan was a lot; being without him for over a week was near torture.

I put my headphones into my backpack, closing it after haphazardly placing them inside.

Just under 20 minutes later the plane lands, pulling into the gate as people begin standing up to retrieve their bags from the overhead compartments.

I remain seated, pulling out my phone and taking it off airplane mode, heart jumping a little in my chest as I realize that I might be able to make it to Dan before midnight.

I send him a quick text, knowing he’s most likely not going to reply while at the party:

Just landed! I might actually make it to you before midnight ??

Surprisingly, he answers almost immediately:

I hope so, I feel so single.. Everyone’s here with their significant others

I laugh to myself as I shut off my phone without replying, determined to make it to that party. I swing my backpack onto my back, getting into the stream of passengers in the aisle exiting the plane.

I quickly begin walking through the airport to the bag pickup, standing there for a few minutes while waiting for the luggage to start coming around. As soon as it does, I locate my bag as quickly as possible, grabbing it and heading to the car garage.

I unlock my phone, opening the note where I had written down where I was parked. After reading it I begin walking, seeing the time is 11:30; meaning I have half an hour to get to the party where Dan is.

I throw my bags as quickly as I can into the trunk of my car, pulling out of the spot and beginning to drive toward the exit. As soon as I’ve turned out of the airport, I begin heading toward the party, praying that I make it there in time.

I arrive at the flat where the party is at 11:57, quickly parking my car and climbing out, slightly frustrated with how long it had taken to get here due to traffic.

I open the door, making my way to the elevator and pushing the up button multiple times, checking my phone and seeing that it’s now 11:58.

“C’mon, c’mon,” I mutter to myself as the elevator doors open. I push the button for the sixth floor, immediately jamming the ‘close doors’ button.

The elevator reaches the floor and I’m out before it can fully open. I make my way to the flat of our friend, noticing that it’s now 11:59, meaning I have less than a minute to find Dan in all these people.

I begin scrambling around the apartment, ignoring everyone who said hi to me and attempting to find Dan. Finally, I spot him in the corner of the room and beeline toward him.

“[Y/N]? You made it!”

I nod my head, smiling widely at Dan as he does the same.

Our friends begin counting down all around us, “10, 9…”

At 5, we join in.

By 3, Dan is stood right in front of me, gripping the sides of my face.

By 1, he’s leaning in to kiss me, and as everyone shouts, “Happy New Year,” his lips are on mine.

“Happy new year, love,” he lets out against my lips as we pull away.

I grin, pressing my lips back to his for another kiss, “Happy new year,” I mutter against his mouth.

We pull away, just smiling widely at one another as Dan pulls me in for a hug.

I feel myself being pulled away from him as Phil appears beside me, “You made it?!? Wow, you must have rocketed across London or something!”

I smile at him, looking up at Dan and smiling before replying, “Or something.”

He quickly moves on, going to find his girlfriend again as Dan and I exchange a glance.

“I love you,” I let out as he begins to pull me back in for another kiss.

“I love you too.”

I smile against his lips, happy to have made it home in time for midnight, even if it was just with 10 seconds to spare.

Backpacking in the Alabama wilderness

This is a creepy encounter experienced by reddit user cmvr2256. Estimated reading time: 10 minutes.

This happened about 6 years ago, as stated I was about 12 and my brother was 26 at the time. My brother had been serving in the U.S. Army for several years when this happened and was deploying to the Middle East on his 2nd deployment if i remember correctly. Also of note was that he is a Green Beret and had recently (3 or 4 months prior to this trip) completed the Army Special Forces Qualification Course (Robin Sage and all that), and by then was an active duty SF Engineer Sergeant. Definitely not someone you’d want to fuck around with.

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