ps an hour and a half until the songs come out

anonymous asked:

75 with Harry ps love love love your header imagine 😍😍

Thank you! :)

Sorry this took so long. Short little blurb. Prompt was:
“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”


Running On Empty

Harry was a new guy at my gym. I hadn’t been going as regularly as I should have, but once he started coming a few weeks ago, I made it a point to keep up with my workouts. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Not your typical buff, gym type guy. But really attractive with a killer smile.

So far our exchange had merely been a few hellos and nods of the head. But I was determined to get his attention. I can assure you however, what ended up happening was not my intent.

I’d skipped lunch that day, having only a bagel for breakfast and a handful of jelly beans that I’d grabbed from my co-worker’s desk when my boss had asked if I could stay to help set up the conference room for an important meeting. I could have (and should have) easily gotten a sandwich at the deli before heading to the gym, but I only had an hour and I knew Harry would most likely already be there. It was pathetic how I’d memorized his schedule, this man that I barely knew.

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The Center Console Does Nothing to Support You (M)

Jungkook x Reader
Smut (roadhead)
Words: 3,009 (just four more from being a Childish Gambino song)

*A/N: To my handy dandy Jungkook stan @jungshock and Admin Kaycie from @houseofbangtaninternational for encouraging me to write this filfth. Twas fun. PS: who even invented roadhead? o.O*


Lake Shore Drive after Rush Hour is beautiful, empty. That, plus the added late night summer air rushing through rolled down windows, it all makes you feel weightless, free, adventurous.

But tonight’s adventure is not really one of your own, but your boyfriend, who sits behind the wheel with one hand gripping the tattered leather and the other rubbing at your bare thigh. It’s a situation you two have been in more than a handful of times this summer, sneaking out of the gated community of your north side homes, travelling the half hour path to get to your friends waiting for you on the south side, your and Jeongguk’s safe haven. On eroded streets littered with potholes and weeds growing from sidewalk cracks is where you feel the most at ease.

Electricity thrums from the palm wrapped around your skin. Jeongguk is excited for the race tonight, ready to show his friends how much he has improved since their last race. You truly have no interest, unaffected by your boyfriend’s competitive side. You have been with him too long to care, but also because you know your disinterest makes him work even harder to win.

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Sleep in my sweater P6

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here

Pairing: Sam x reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean, nurses, reader
Warnings: light swearing, angst, fluff, hurt!sam, hurt!reader, 
Word count: around 1,500
Summary: The reader and Sam are both taken to the hospital, and when Sam finally wakes up confessions are made 
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! Ps, I have a game in the town of Winchester tomorrow and I almost CRIED when I found out where it was

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Sunbeams (Sam x Mika)

Sam comes home to find a rather interesting sight. Set after the first game and before the second game.

Warning: Contains swearing. Go figure, right?

PS: I listened to Love Exists by Amy Lee while I wrote this. It’s an English cover for L’amore esiste by Francesca Michielin. Both pretty and poetic songs, so I recommend listening to them.

You can also read it on AO3.


After a grueling day of paperwork and meaningless tasks his boss gave him, Sam just wanted to relax on the couch and listen to his girl’s soothing voice talk about anything to distract him from his exhaustion. He was searching the perimeters of the mansion when he finally found her.

Out of all the things he would come home to Sam didn’t expect to see Mika asleep in the backyard. Yet there she was laying on her side, textbook open beside her, and her backpack placed under her head as a makeshift pillow. The tree had blanketed her with its shade, save for the small gaps between the leaves, tiny sunbeams scattered across her body. A patch of light shined on her eyelids and, completely unfazed, Mika shifted her position so that she was now laying on her back.

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Imagine #29 All in your head

PS: For the anon who asked me to write this imagine based on the song “All in my head” I hope it’s okay :) This song reminds me of the relationship I had with my best friend and this imagine is actually what happened between us.

You were lying on your bed, crying and staring at the ceiling. You were like this for two days already; the fact that Neymar started dating Bruna hurt you more than you would have ever thought.

If only he didn’t mess up your head, he gave you all that hope that made you believed he felt the same for you, but clearly he didn’t. You two were good friends for a long time and you fell in love with him almost five months ago. He was always so nice to you and he really did care about you.

As you were lying on your bed, you took your phone and started reading old texts of you and Neymar.

“Hey beauty”
“Good night my dear (y/n)”
“You looked beautiful today”

“Why would he text me all this if he didn’t feel anything towards me? Why did he have to do this, why did he gave me all this false hope? He played with my feelings.” You thought to yourself and started remembering all those moments you two had together

*New Year’s eve*

You two were in front of the stage with your friends singing loudly and dancing. Suddenly you felt a hand on hour hip, pulling you closer, you looked and noticed it was Neymar. He was standing at the back of you and he was pulling you closer to him as you continued dancing, he kissed your exposed neck and danced with you in front of him, showing hi your back.

*El Clasico*

It was a hard game, it was already the second half and it was 0:0. You went to see Neymar and to support him. He reserved special places for you and your friends. In was the 83 minute when Barcelona scored their first goal. An assist from Messi to Neymar. Neymar celebrated his goal running towards your seats and pointed at you with his finger.

Thinking about all those moments made you cry even more, you were confuse by everything that was going on. You were thinking about talking with him about it, since you two didn’t talk for almost a week. Therefore, you decided to text him; you needed to get everything out of your chest.

“Can we meet?”

After a while you got his answer “Sure, when?”

“Can I come over in half an hour?”

“Okay, see you later than!”

When you finally came, your heart was beating fast. You started regretting coming to talk to him, but the damage was already done.
You walked inside and saw Neymar playing FIFA.

“Oh hey, how are you?” He said as he noticed you walked inside the living room. He didn’t stop the game until you walked in front of the TV.

“Am, can you please move, I’m winning!” He said annoyed. Then he noticed your eyes were full of tears, so he pressed pause and concentrated on you.

“(y/n) what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He stood up from the sofa and wanted to walk to you but you moved away, letting him know that you didn’t want him near you.

“How long is this thing going on… Between you and Bruna?” You asked quietly staring at the ground.

“For little more than a month…” He said, knowing what was the reason that made you upset.

“And what about all those things you said to me? About how you would date a girl like me, that I look beautiful, that you miss me when we don’t see each other? Were those all lies?”

You paused and looked straight in to him with tears falling down your cheek. He felt bad seeing you like this, since he was the reason for your tears and he did care about you.

“No, (y/n), I…”

“You always gave me all that attention; you told your friends that I’m only yours… Were you just playing with me?! How could you?”

“No, I would never do that! I love you, believe me, but it’s just that I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

You were getting mad, because all you could think was that it was just an excuse. You were used to being rejected by boys.

“Yeah right… You know what; what I thought we had, was probably just all in my head. Forget about it.” You said and walked to the front door. Just when you opened the door, Neymar grabbed your arm.

“You were more than a friend to me, but I had to let you go, so I did. But there was a time when I wanted to be with you.”

You pushed your hand from him, not looking back at him.

“Well, you’re clearly over it now. Good bye Neymar” You said in tears and walked to your car leaving him standing alone at the front door.

You sat in your car and crushed in to tears, your heart was broken. Knowing that he actually felt the same one time, made everything even worse, since he started dating, another girl, but you could have had him. When you calmed down you went, back home and decided to forget about him and let him go, thinking to yourself “It was probably just a silly crush anyway”, even though you knew your feelings for Neymar were more than that.

Got7 Reaction: Your got7 boyfriend secretly sees you dancing to Twice’s ‘Cheer Up’ (REQUESTED)

A/N: This was a request; I hope I did it justice!! So the plot is that you’re practicing your dance moves to the choreography of ‘Cheer Up’ by TWICE. You’re so dedicated to getting the dance moves right that you don’t notice a watchful eye looking your way. Your got7 boyfriend watches you from afar until their secret is exposed and you find out you’ve had a fan looking over you the whole time! 

PS. The ‘reactions’ are long for this one! I apologize in advance D::: But I hope you enjoy them, and If any of you ever have a reaction request please don’t hesitate to privately message me! I love doing these for you guys! (you can see my other Got7 Reactions here)

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Here it is, a Camsten fic as promised. I apologize for the poor quality, but I really couldn’t figure out how exactly to end it; I’ll edit it eventually and repost it later. Until then, hope you like it!

(PS: I listened to “Work Song” by Hozier the entire time I wrote it, so it might help set the mood a little bit if you listen to it too.)

It didn’t matter how much Camille teased her, Kirsten would never get over how much she liked spending the night at Cameron’s apartment. For one, it was free of Camille and Linus’s frequent escapades, and Cameron always had food when Camille forgot to go shopping. His heater hardly ever went out, unlike their rickety old house from the seventies, and he had a nice view of the city at night time. They weren’t the most important reasons, though. When the nightmares would hit—and did they hit hard after Cameron’s stint with death—his presence brought her comfort the way nothing else could. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her cheek, the weight of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his contented and sleepy little smile as they lay there together, these were the reasons she stayed.  

Her favorite part was the mornings. Cameron would wake first, going out for a quick run before making breakfast for the both of them while she slept. Then her alarm would go off, she’d roll out of bed in her pajamas, and he would give her food and coffee until she woke up fully, his cheery morning demeanor counteracting her irritation of having to be awake. It had become their daily routine, and she loved having a little regularity in her life.

Normally, he’d go about his business in silence to let her sleep as long as she could, but this morning was different. As her eyes slowly opened, blinking and bleary, Kirsten wasn’t entirely sure what woke her up. Turning to face the alarm clock, she noted that it still had half an hour to go before it went off. Early morning sunlight was streaming through the window in the corner, and per usual, Cameron was in the kitchen, soft music trickling through the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Nothing seemed amiss, not that she could sense. Rolling off of the mattress with a groan, she straightened her pajama bottoms before crossing the room to retrieve a sweatshirt from one of his drawers.

As she slipped the fabric over her head, she froze, suddenly realizing what had woken her up. Drifting in from the kitchen was the soft tones of quiet music, and as she got closer to the bedroom door, she realized the noise was coming from Cameron. Furrowing her brow, she slipped quietly out of his room and into the apartment.

He was in the kitchen, pouring pancake batter onto a pan, and swaying absentmindedly around the room. Still in his workout clothes, he had his headphones in his ears and his eyes closed, engrossed in his music. He didn’t hear her pad into the kitchen, and Kirsten prepared to snap at him, irritated that he’d woken her up earlier than usual, but then he started singing.

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the lord don’t forgive me

I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me

It was a low earthy sound, full of passion and melody; she’d never heard singing quite like it. His sensual voice soared and lilted with the music, each vibrato and crescendo leaving his lips with beauty and clarity. As he sang, he stepped in intricate patterns around the counter, in his own little world of sound. The pancakes lay forgotten on the stove, getting browner by the second.

When I was kissing on my baby

She put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

His voice, low and quiet, made her freeze where she stood. She knew a lot about Cameron—how he took his coffee, what time he called his sister every week, where he hid the Nutella to prevent her from eating it all—but she had no idea he could sing like that. Like every fiber of his being was humming and vibrating in perfect melody to the notes slipping from his lips. An unconscious smile was playing over his mouth, and Kirsten had never seen him so serene.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

Kirsten sucked in a sharp breath as his voice grew, those words playing over in her head. She was enraptured, watching in awe as he stepped lightly around the kitchen. His body and soul moving to the music. It was a side of him she’d never seen before, and it was beautiful.

Seeming to remember the pancakes, he suddenly opened his eyes and flipped them over, only then noticing Kirsten standing there, staring at him in awe. He startled, pulling out his headphones and accidently dropping his spatula.

“Kirsten!” He exclaimed, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “How-how long have you been standing there?” He scratched his neck awkwardly, his voice a higher pitch than normal.

“I didn’t know you could sing.” She replied, cutting straight to the point, and padded over to one of the barstools. Cameron blushed harder and turned back to the pancakes.

“Oh, I don’t sing. Definitely not.” He mumbled, his back to her. She smirked slightly.

“Well, you definitely dance, then.” She replied fidgeting with the strings of the jacket she was wearing. He whipped around, his hazel eyes going wide.

“You saw that too?” He exclaimed, looking more than a little mortified. Kirsten just smiled.

“This is really embarrassing.” He muttered putting his face in his hands, once again ignoring the quickly blackening pancakes on the stove.

“It would be embarrassing if you weren’t so good.” She deadpanned, hopping off her stool to attend to the food. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so musically inclined?”

“I just don’t like to talk about it, I guess. I took lessons after my surgery…” He faltered for a moment, and a tinge of sadness brushed across Kirsten. “So… I guess it just kind of reminds me of how weak everyone thought I was.”

“Well, you should sing more.” She told him. “It was worth your time; you’re absolutely amazing.” He was silent for a moment, and Kirsten looked back up at him. He was smiling softly, looking at her appreciatively.

“Thanks, Stretch.” He said quietly.

“Any time, Twinkletoes.” She winked back.

Cas X Reader

Request: Request: Readers Birthday but all of her “friends” invite her out to a party but end up playing a cruel ‘prank’ on her and stuff.. then tfw ((mostly cas)) try to make her feel better ((sorry if its bad))Ps- your one badass writer

Request: Christian!reader x angel cas (I’m not really religious, so I hope you don’t mind how I wrote this one, because I honestly have no idea how Christians act.)

Request: ITS STILL MONDAY YAY!!! OK um could you please do a castiel fic where the reader prayed every night for an angel. Then one night shes getting like severly beaten and he comes and protects her then takes her to live with him and boys far away. And lota of fluffies~~~

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#2 He Sees Your Self-Harm Scars

Requested: No

Warning: Trigger warning please read with caution! Also mild smut warning.

¾ boys

A/N: Seriously though, self harming is not something to joke about and if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where my ask box is <3 Also sorry for not writing a Luke one, I just have a crap load of homework but if you want me to do a Luke one just message me and I will make a separate one for him :)  

PS i don’t know why Ashton’s are always shorter than the others but I apologize and i promise to work on it XD

Enjoy :)

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Ashton: “Stop throwing food at me you nutcase!” You squeal as Ash flicks a glob of cake batter at you, unsuccessfully hitting you for the third time in the last 10 minutes. He giggles at you as he pours more milk into the cake bowl. “You shouldn’t even be baking anyway. You are a crappy cook.” You smirk and see his mouth drop open from the corner of your eye. “No way, you know that is total bullshit.” He yells trying not to smile as you do the same. “Nuh-uh!” You counter. “Yeah-huh! I worked at KFC. I am obviously the better and more experienced cook here.” You roll your eyes. “You know what this calls for? A FUCKING CUPCAKE-OFF! Best tasting cupcake wins and we will have Luke be the judge because he never lies.” “Fine!” “Fine!” You smile as you both start working viciously at the batter now in 2 separate bowls. About half an hour and 2 food fights later, you were sweating. Rolling up the sleeves of your cake batter-covered sweater, you forgot that you had not put on your array of bracelets today and your white scars on your wrist were now out in the open. You were happily staring through the oven window, watching your red velvet cupcakes rise, when you heard Ashton mutter something. “What was that babe?” You turn around with a smile on your face, but that smile was quickly washed away when you realize that Ashton had his glance glued to your wrists. “What are those?” You yank down the sleeve of your sweater faster than you think possible and mumbled a quiet, “Nothing.” You hadn’t self-harmed in months. The last time you took a blade to your wrist was before you and Ashton were even a thing. “Y/N…that is not nothing. I saw them.” He was in clear distress as he reached for your arm. You gave it up willingly as you knew there was nothing to hide now. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your boyfriend lifts your sleeves ever so gently and gasps as your fading white lines appear. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered, stroking his thumb over the slash marks. “i could’ve helped you! You know I went through this too.” Ash sniffles. “I love you so much.” He wipes away a tear as he pulls you into his hard chest and holds you tight. “Please never do it again.” He chokes as he places his lips to the top of your head and lets them linger for a while. 

Calum: He wasn’t home. He had been out with the guys all day writing and recording. You didn’t plan on breaking your sobriety. You had been clean for over 4 weeks but that progress went down the drain, along with the blood dripping from tour thigh, after scrolling through twitter. Of course this seems cliche and you never thought you would let it get to you as much as it did, but after almost two years you thought the fans would’ve liked you by now. Apparently not considering you still receive countless pages of hate and threats. What was so bad about you? This was all that was running through your head as you continued to scroll through twitter. You couldn’t help but believe the nasty comments because they have to be true if everyone is saying the same thing, right? That’s what lead you to sitting in the bathtub, with the shower head running as you slashed the secret blade across your smooth skin. You didn’t feel the pain anymore as you watched the scarlet blood drip slowly down the side of your leg and mix with the murky water underneath you. Calum was with the boys having a beer and celebrating after finishing a whole song in one day. They were laughing and having fun, but it was getting close to midnight and he knew he should check in on you. He excused himself from the booth they were sitting in and walked into the men’s room, so it was a little quieter. Puling out his phone he dialed your cell and waited for you to pick up, but you didn’t. It sent him to voicemail after a few rings and he realized that you were probably asleep. “Lads, I otta head home to Y/N, its getting late and she doesn’t sleep well without me.” He explains to the boys. Obviously they understood and said goodbye. Calum had only had half of one beer so he was very sober and good enough to drive home. When he got home, the house was silent. This just added to his hypothesis that you were asleep in his bed but he was quite confused when he reached the stairs and you weren’t bundled up in the covers. That was, until he heard the shower running. You hadn’t realized how long you had been sitting in the shower. The water was no longer warm and there was a lot of blood everywhere. Suddenly you hear the doorknob wobbling. Good thing you locked it. “Babe?” He called out from the other side. “Yeah hold on!” You tried to sound enthusiastic but your voice was rough and panicked. Obviously he was going to notice. Quickly you wrap a towel around yourself and scrub the blood from the bottom of the tub away with your hand. “Baby are you okay? I am coming in!” He calls out as the doorknob wiggles some more. “Cal I am fine just don-,” The door swings open and Cal stands in the door way with a confused look on his face. His smile suddenly spreads when he sees you. “There’s my baby! How’s my princess….tonight….” His voice suddenly cuts off as his face pales. “Cal what’s-,” He cuts you off. “Y/N your bleeding!” Calum says worriedly as he points to the blood dripping down your calf. “Yeah, I um, cut myself shaving but I am fine.” You say with a forced smile. “Awh poor baby lemme see.” He pouted and tugged at the towel, taking you off guard. “What the fuck? How many times did you cut yourself ‘shaving’ Y/N!” He cried and quickly reached under the sink to look for the first aid kit. You were choking on sobs now as you stood before your long time boyfriend in all your glory. You could still feel the blood running down your thighs, but that didn’t matter at this point. Cal grabbed your hand and carefully lifted you onto the bathroom counter as he rummaged through the little box with a red cross on it. He wrapped a dry towel around your upper body and dabbed a small soaked washcloth across your wounds. After cleaning you up and sliding a pair of panties up your newly bandaged thighs, he striped out of his black t-shirt he was wearing and tossed it over your head. “No more baby. No more.” He placed small pecks to your new bandages before kisses both of your cheeks and leaving a long kiss to your chapped lips. “Please.”

Michael: You started out as fuck buddies after meeting at a party. Then you quit fucking and became friends. Good friends. But the two of You didn’t last two weeks with out ‘accidentally getting drunk’ and having sex again. Finally, you realized that going without sex is like being withdrawn from an addictive drug. So now you have graduated to friends with benefits….with a tad of feelings on the side. Well a tad of feelings from you anyway. You were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way so you pretended not to have feelings for him, which didn’t help your situation at all. Skipping to present time, you were panting heavily and holding Michael’s sweaty, naked body close to yours as you shook. “Fuck.” He groaned as his weight gave out and he collapsed on top of you. The leather from the couch you were on was soaked in sweat and the movie that you two were previously watching was now scrolling trough the credits. Michael’s uneven breaths were hitting your collarbone as his clammy forehead was nuzzled into the side of your neck. Your hand was still weaved into his messy white hair and your eyes were half shut. “You’re beautiful you know that?” He mumbles as he places a quick peck to your shoulder. You giggle and try to hide your blush as much as possible. “Thanks Mikey. You aren’t to bad yourself, I guess.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Can I ask you a sorta personal question?” Michael looks up from your neck and meets your eyes. “Uh sure, I mean you still happen to be in me but ask away.” You laugh as he flustered. “Shut up your warm.” You laugh louder as he finally pulls out and sits up, pulling on his basketball shorts that were sitting on the floor. He tosses you his shirt and you slip it on over your head. “What are those little white scars on your hip-bones?” Oh god, he noticed those? You thought. You didn’t self harm much now-a-days. It was mostly on just really bad days so you had hoped he would never notice. “I noticed them a couple of weeks ago but I was too afraid to say anything.” He mumbles. “Please don’t tell me that they are what I think they are.” Michaels pleads as you feel your eyes fill up with salty tears. You couldn’t answer. “No baby no.” He shakes his head back and forth violently as tears stream down his cheeks as well. Michael crawls towards you on the couch and pulls you closer to him and cuddling you into his lap. “Why?” He cries. “Why would you- you hurt yourself?” “Because I hate myself Mikey.” You whisper. “And obviously everyone else hates me too because no one loves me enough to-,” “I love you.” Michael blurts out, cutting you off. “W-what?” “I love you Y/N and I am sorry if you don’t feel the same way but that’s why I agreed to go along with this whole friends with benefits thing because I felt like I would lose you if you didn’t feel the same way-,” This time you cut him off, but with your lips. “Mikey shh. I love you too.” You giggle through your tears. HIs smile lights up and he suddenly tackles you back onto the couch. “Micahel?” “Shh.” He kissed down your collarbone as he started to remove your (his) shirt once more. “Mikey you just got out of me, why are you so eager?” You snicker while he quickly pulls down his shorts. “Baby, earlier I fucked you, and now, I get to make love to you.” Mike places a long kiss to your lips as your heart flutters.

WHAT TIME IS IT? ONE OK ROCK! [2014 LA show fan account]

In which: 

  • the stage hand trolls 
  • i get whiplash 
  • tomoya wants an american girlfriend
  • toru’s tongue makes hearts stop
  • taka is a jumping bean 
  • my side of the audience is sassy
  • there is much head banging and jumping
  • “something is fishy here”
  • taka is a pervert 
  • my heartbeat literally changes to match the bass
  • ryota looks at me ?? !!!
  • was this concert real omg 

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