DAY 1 -[Morale] is high -We just arrived house is nice, warm, full of family. Food is good, and beds are nice, a bit rainy and windy but fun all the same. I think I’m [gonna] like it here :) -Devin
DAY 2 -That’s odd, there was no one on the beach today, it seems extra quiet. The construction workers didn’t show up today. We stayed inside today because the sky only cleared twice for us to go outside, the thanksgiving dinner was great, but now we’re almost out of food, haha my mom’s going shopping tomorrow at least. -Devin
DAY 3 This is getting really weird, on her way to the store there was no one around, the store was empty and seemed locked. Where is everyone?
DAY 4 -Things are bad, Dad went scouting and never came back, now we’re down to 1 car and it’s out of gas. Food and [morale] is low, tv and radios are down as well as the internet, oh God, where is everyone? -Devin
DAY 5 -Electricity went out, we’re practically starving. Please, anyone. [Coyotes] have invaded town, and they’re aggressive. Nate went out the other day and didn’t come back, now we only go outside rarely and in pairs. I think this is driving me crazy, I’m not remembering things -Devin
DAY 6 -Oh God, we’re forgetting! everyone slowly, Ned forgot his name and mom forgot she was ever married, what’s happening to us?? Why am I writing these? Nevermind that, we need food badly! I would love to eat some… some… what do I want? I need to lie down. -Div…
DAY 7 -[Where], why? How? We’re dropping like flies. Oscar woke up this morning and didn’t know how to walk. Where’s mom? Where’s Nate? Where, where, where, where, oh God I’m losing it help PLEASE -D
It is easy to love running on good days. It is much harder to love it when you pant after first kilometres. When your sports bra won’t stay in the place. Your legs still hurt from the previous run. It is too cold/hot/windy/rainy. You feel like shit. Or you just had a really bad day and running is the last thing you feel like doing. But those days are the most important because that’s when you are growing stronger.
Ok! So this one wasn’t requested but I thought it’d be fun to write and who doesn’t love a little Matthew’s lovin??? This was also my first time writing smut so hopefully it turns out well! Much love pals! <3 (also shoutout to @carey-pricemas for helping me figure out how to add pics and gifs to imagines!!)
Word count: 1280
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, swearing
Auston had today off, and since it had been stormy you decided to just have a lazy day, not leaving your house. But watching six movies had made both of you a little restless so you decided to go for a drive.
You had been driving around aimlessly for a little over an hour just jamming out to music and talking. You were both belting out the lyrics to Child’s Play by Drake when Auston turned down the music to speak. “Let’s stop here babe!” You had ended up at a secluded beach with a small parking lot and a beautiful view of the moonlit ocean.
You both sat in silence for a couple minutes then you lazily turned your head to face Auston, “you know, I’ve always loved being at the ocean.”
“Yea, like I love it when it’s sunny and warm out but my favourite time to be at the ocean is when it’s cold and rainy and windy.”
Hi there! Can you do a Tom imagine with lots of fluff? And involves you guys going on a car ride? I couldn’t get the ask box to work so I messaged you!
The week wasn’t perfect. The weather was bi-polar, switching from being ice cold to being rainy and windy as hell. So for today to be beautiful and sunny, it was amazing.
“You want to go on a drive?” Tom asked, slipping his arms around my waist from my place at the counter. I smiled and set my book down and swiveled the chair towards him.
“Where would we go?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiled and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.
“Wherever the road takes us.” he said, his breath tickling my skin. I smiled and brought him to look at me.
“Sounds like a plan.” I said bringing him for a kiss.
The wind felt amazing as we rode with the windows down. The car was my father’s, who lent it down to my sister who then passed it onto me. It was going to be passed down until she decides to not run anymore.
It was an old car. I forgot the year but it looked brand new. And it was a gorgeous teal color. Sleek and shimmered in the sunlight. The back could be turned into a small laying space which was perfect for drive in movies.
“Good Life” by One Republic played through the stereo, the city slipping away as Tom drove. We headed up a small mountain, hardly anybody up there with us which was better than a crowd. Tom held his hand out to me and I took it, squeezing it.
“I love you.” he said over the music.
“I love you, too.” I said. He pulled to the left, stopping at a small cliffside and parking the car so the back was facing outwards. He pulled out a blanket and we settled in the back, pulling out the food we prepared, watching the city down below.
“God this view is beautiful.” I said, taking a bite out of my pizza.
“I don’t know.” Tom said, biting his.
“It is. But it’s not as beautiful as you Darling.” he smiled.
“Oh shut up.” I blushed, and looked down at my feet. He squeezed my thigh and we finished our pizzas. We snuggled up against the seats and listened to the music play from the stereo. My legs were entangled with Tom’s as his arms held me. He rested his hand on my thigh and we just laid there, feeding off each other’s heat and presence.
He began to rub his hand up and down my thigh and up to the hollow of my hip. He brought my face towards his, stopping to lift my face, and then continued slowly rubbing my side. Our lips connected softly, my hand finding its way to his neck, pulling him closer.
His hand found it’s way up into my shirt, his touch cold, making me shiver. I found myself sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. His back pressed into the seat as his hands roamed by hips, giving them small squeezes.
“God you’re beautiful.” he whispered, kissing my neck and making sure to leave a mark. My head rolled back and I tangled my hands into his hair.
It began to slowly rain and we had to stop, making sure to fold the backseats back up. We headed down the mountain, watching the sun set as we descended.
We got home and immediately went to the bedroom, changing into our pajamas and drifting off to sleep.
“I love you darling.” Tom whispered, his arm wrapped around me. I yawned and smiled at him sleepily.
“I love you too Tommy.” I said, nuzzling my head into his chest, inhaling his scent. He chuckled softly and kissed my forehead.
“You’re adorable.” he whispered.
“I know.” I yawned. He smiled and kissed me, before settling his head atop mine, dozing off shortly after.
When Marcus fell off his broom during a quidditch match on a windy, rainy day, Oliver thought he might faint. The professors wouldn’t allow him to run out onto the pitch, so he immediately went up to the hospital wing to wait.
They quickly discovered that Marcus had only broken his leg, but Oliver still insisted on fussing over him.
“Ollie, really I’m fine. You can go.”
“No,” Oliver argued, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. I’m not leaving you, Marcus.
Marcus rolled his eyes, but had a small smile on his face.
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
Oliver stared at Marcus incredulously while still running around, trying to make sure Marcus was as comfortable as possible.
“A big deal out of nothing?!” He exclaimed, looking at Marcus with wide eyes. “My sweet little snake is hurt! That’s not nothing!”
Marcus let out a loud laugh at Oliver’s nickname for him.
“You’re sweet little snake, huh? That’s cute.”
Oliver blushed and was about to say something, but Marcus stopped him, no longer able to take his boyfriend fussing about.
“Will you pease just sit down? You’re making me nervous.”
Oliver smiled and walked over to the chair next to Marcus’s bed. Before he sat down, however, Marcus gave him a pointed look.
“What?” Oliver asked.
“I didn’t mean sit there.” He then patted the empty spot on his bed, indicating where he wanted Oliver to sit.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt-”
Marcus let out an exasperated sigh, cutting Oliver off.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want nothing more than to lay here and cuddle with you.”
Oliver nodded and gingerly crawled into bed with Marcus, who immediately wrapped his arms around Oliver.
“I feel like I should be the one holding you. You’re the injured one, after all.”
Summary: Reader starts to remember her relationship with Anthony after he leaves her.
Warnings: None.. well mean Ant :(
Words: 2726 (I was going to make it longer, but i didn’t know if people would read it)
A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
It was 4 am in the morning and you were crying in front of a box
burning with memories inside. How did things ended up like this? You had no
idea. Everything was so confusing. One day you were happy with your life. You
had a wonderful house, full of color and life, in which you lived with your
wonderful long term boyfriend, but now you were alone in your stepdoor with the
painful memory of your now ex boyfriend in mind. You tried to remember every
moment, every detail so could understand how the one you though was the love of
your life could cheat and leave you.
She was having really hard time. She failed her driving exam for the third time, her birthday party was canceled because of the problem that happened in the restaurant, her exam results were pretty bad and the weather itself was rather depressing than relaxing. Rainy and windy, for awhile. She even fought with her best friend around some dress.
Ridiculous, she thought. But she couldn’t change anything, she was the one who was right, but her friend wasn’t gonna give in.
Her phone rang. It was B. She declined.
She loved him. So much. But right now, she was feeling really down and she preferred to just lay in her bed and cry.
She texted him tho. Shortly
“Sorry. Not in a mood right now. I don’t wanna pass the sadness on you. We’ll talk later. Love you xx”
As she dropped her phone she buried her face in the pillow and started crying.
She didn’t know what time it was. The only thing she felt was someone’s hand roaming over her, pampering her.
“B?” She shockingly yet sleepingly said, yawnin.
“Hey.” he worriedly looked at her.
“What are you doing here?” She crawled up amd sat on her bed.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “Came to see and cheer you up.”
That sentence and his smile momentary got to her. She sighed, trying to withhold her tears. “You really shouldn’t have done that. I’m okay.”
“Yeah, as if I buy it.” He came closer.
“No, please don’t.” She put a hand on his chest. As her tears again started to fall, she wanted to go to bathroom. “Excuse me.”
She tried to move away, standing up from the bed, but soon she was pulled back, crushing against his chest. He hugged her hard and kissed her head.
“Don’t withhold your emotions in front of me. Ever again.” He squeezed hard to emphasize the words. “Understood?”
He felt her nod against his chest before breaking down in sobbs. He held her tight against him.
They stood there for about five minutes, when she finally started to calm down. He coshered her back and kissed her head all the way.
She exhaled deeply and moved away from him, clearing her face with her hands.
“God, I’m so sorry, your T-shirt is ruined and…”
“Don’t even think about it.” He stopped her. He then took off his T-shirt and dried her face off with it.
“Oh, God, I look like shit” she took his T-shirt and covered her face “Don’t look at me.”
He chuckled. “Don’t be silly.” He hugged her and moved away his soaked shirt from her face.
“No, let me wash my face first.” She caught him before he leaned too close. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” He smiled, sitting down on the bed.
She couldn’t believe how caring and understanding. She was so lucky to have him.
When she came back to room opened her cupboard. “I will find the biggest thing I have here so you wouldn’t catch up a cold.”
“Just come here, I don’t need anything else.” He smiled.
“Here.” She dragged a big, old hoodie.
“No.” She smiled “Let me put it on you.”
He smiled and let her teasing touches. As his head poped out of the hoodie opening she pressed her lips against his.
He gladly accepted them, parting her lips with his tongue.
She hummed satisfied, pulling away and rolling the hoodie down his stomach.
He then pulled at her hips and sat her in his lap. He leaned back against the headboard of her bed and held her around her waist.
“Hey.” He smiled.
“Hey.” She pecked his lips shortly. “I’m sorry for everything.”
“Don’t be silly. You know I’m always here for you. As you are, for me.” He placed a palm on her cheek.
She looked at his eyes with such adoration, for a few moments.
“Pink is your color, definitely.” She commented referring to her hoodie on him.
“Yeah, goes with my eyes.” He joked, making her laugh for a few moments.
“There’s my smile.” He pinched her cheek. “Now, tell me, what is wrong?”
“Everything. Just everything.” She sighed. “You sure you wanna hear it?”
“Of course dear.” he said, kissing her nose.
She pressed her forehead against his and started talking.
(Dear Lord, please keep me safe and warm! Take care of all the fur babies that are experiencing these cold, rainy and windy storms. Bless all the rehabbers who care for the orphaned, lost and injured; they are angels to us! And please take care of the ones that love me too! Amen.)