right now i beg

You know, I really love all those ‘Earth is Space Australia’ ideas and humans as the super tough, super unflappable space badasses who can smile in the face of any danger and who will pet absolutely anything that mostly isn’t toxic and sits still long enough. I adore them. However, sometimes I do wonder … do aliens have phobias?

Because I can’t help thinking that somewhere in this future universe there’s the one human who went to space because spaceships are relatively sterile environments and therefore in space there are less bugs*. And then one day a guest comes onto the ship and their multilegged pet comes slithering out from under their fashionable collar and suddenly from the back of the shuttle bay there’s this high-pitched, hysterical screaming. And the alien crew turn around and there is their human, their badass, amazingly tough human, the one who managed to survive with half her leg torn off that one time long enough to make it back to medbay, the one who bluffed space pirates for a full half-cycle without so much as a quiver, the one who had to be forcibly restrained from petting the nine-foot slavering hregallar on Threlanix because apparently they were 'adorable babies’ … that human, their human, is suddenly clinging to the ceiling in blatant defiance of the ship’s artificial gravity and wailing her head off in absolute terror over a pathetic little xhilitin. The tiny, stupidly harmless insects that about sixteen species keep as pets because their jewelled carapaces are lovely and decorative and they’re so dumb and harmless that they’ll cheerfully sit on your hat as an ornament from here until infinity.

So the mildly shellshocked aliens try and calm their human down and they get her to medbay and they’re asking 'are the xhilitin on Earth dangerous?’, which, probably, apparently everything on Earth is deadly, but none of it has ever terrified their human before, and their absolutely mortified human is going 'no, well yes, some of them are, that’s not the point, it doesn’t matter if they’re dangerous or not, I just don’t fucking like them, okay, please never let one aboard ship again, i will love you forever and fight off a hundred pirates for you if you just keep the creepy leggy little fuckers the hell away from me, i’m so fucking serious right now, i am begging you’.

And she is absolutely deadly serious, and it makes no sense whatsoever, but suddenly the entire crew are 100% for never, ever letting xhilitin aboard the ship again. Because, well. She would fight off a hundred pirates for them, she has fought off a hundred pirates for them, she’s dragged herself back with half her leg torn off that one time after saving Lehm and Ehletol from the nine-foot slavering beasties she still thinks are adorable. There is no rational reason in the universe for her to be afraid of xhilitin, but it doesn’t matter, because she is, and that means this ship is suddenly a no-insect zone from now until forever.

Because hey, okay, humans are tough, humans are insane, humans come from Space Australia, but sometimes humans come with a couple of odd little quirks, sometimes they’re randomly terrified of ridiculously harmless things, and that’s okay. That’s okay. That just means that sometimes aliens get a chance to look out for their humans in return.

* please allow me my comforting illusions and do not inform me of how unsterile and full of bugs spaceships really are, okay, this is future sci-fi land where spaceships are clean and free of creepy crawlies and nobody needs to have nightmares

Rude Boy (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2489

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).

Summary:  You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.

A/N: Here ya go. Wrap it before you tap it kids.

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Deleted scenes from 10 series which give a lot of pain.

Look at his face when he plays “Clara”.

Look at his face when he talks about this song.
“That’s was called: “I forget”

“I would tear the sky apart, I reduce the entire solar system to a tiny cinder for anyone I love. If I was about to do that, if it got to that point of desperation then I would have one desire: someone would stop me.”

We know about who he talks about.

That’s why I’m screaming right now.
Someone who can do gifs, I’m begging, do some.

My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)

Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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a hundred more random starters [2/??]

  • ❝ women endure what men cannot bear. ❞
  • ❝ ‘tis my crown & I will fight for it. ❞
  • ❝ how long? how long have you been planning this? ❞
  • ❝ you betrayed me! betrayed US! how could you? ❞
  • ❝ we’ve lost control of [name/pronoun]. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun] sees the forests, but not the trees. ❞
  • ❝ the gods & kings of old have deemed you unworthy. ❞
  • ❝ what will you do, now that you know the truth? ❞
  • ❝ take your shirt off. ❞
  • ❝ can’t decide if I want to fuck you in bed, or if the wall is a better option. ❞
  • ❝ I will not lose. ❞
  • ❝ people are using condoms to apply makeup. why? ❞
  • ❝ well, they certainly know how to put lipstick on a pig. ❞
  • ❝ remember the promises we made to each other. ❞
  • ❝ spring will always arrive. ❞
  • ❝ you look beautiful in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ I hope you can understand my heart. ❞
  • ❝ people do stupid things in the name of love. ❞
  • ❝ if anything should happen to his/her majesty, I should think you’d look to me to secure your future. ❞
  • ❝ if you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞
  • ❝ have you ever regretted what we did? ❞
  • ❝ yes, I’ve imagined fucking you. ❞
  • ❝ when did you lose your virginity? ❞
  • ❝ was he/she any good? ❞
  • ❝ let me cum! ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to hell, want to join me? ❞
  • ❝ we fought. it’s over. i won. ❞
  • ❝ stop, you’re only making a fool of yourself. ❞
  • ❝ can you ever forgive me? ❞
  • ❝ we can’t trust them! ❞
  • ❝ be careful with your words. ❞
  • ❝ they’ll hear us! ❞
  • ❝ what if I want them to hear you screaming my name with pleasure? ❞
  • ❝ hey! I’m romantic! sometimes. ❞
  • ❝ the world will change & my era will begin. ❞
  • ❝ you have to resist. ❞
  • ❝ so is this how you take control of your life? ❞
  • ❝ don’t let the bastards grind you down. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a fucking idiot. ❞
  • ❝ he who has no bread, has no authority. ❞
  • ❝ there is little gain from further conflict. ❞
  • ❝ I do not fear death. what I fear is doing nothing & losing everything. ❞
  • ❝ my love for you has only grown. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t imagine my future without you. ❞
  • ❝ the tides will turn in our favor. ❞
  • ❝ I will do everything in my power to protect you & our child. ❞
  • ❝ how can you protect me from the monsters inside me? ❞
  • ❝ you must cry for me, for I have no more tears. ❞
  • ❝ know that I will be with you, always. ❞
  • ❝ my winter will end & yours will begin. ❞
  • ❝ god has no business controlling what I do with my body. ❞
  • ❝ if this is what you want, then fine do it! but know that I will never forgive you. ❞
  • ❝ if you love me, why did you leave? ❞
  • ❝ pregnancy sex is one of the best kinds of sex. ❞
  • ❝ you know, maybe you should take it easy. ❞
  • ❝ a little fresh air isn’t going to kill me. ❞
  • ❝ it would mean the world to me. ❞
  • ❝ you are my soulmate. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not wearing any underwear. ❞
  • ❝ you’re so cute when you’re horny. ❞
  • ❝ fine! I’m jealous! ❞
  • ❝ you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. ❞
  • ❝ I hate it when you leave. ❞
  • ❝ we miss you. ❞
  • ❝ our child hasn’t been sleeping well since you went off to war. ❞
  • ❝ you light up whenever you look at them. ❞
  • ❝ I hate fighting with you, especially over something as silly as this! ❞
  • ❝ I’m suffocating here! ❞
  • ❝ for once in your life, accept responsibility! ❞
  • ❝ it’s your fault they’re dead. ❞
  • ❝ too many people lack the gift of knowing when to fuck off. ❞
  • ❝ humbling, isn’t it? to become the very thing you mocked. ❞
  • ❝ with you, I feel like I’m home. ❞
  • ❝ the best thing you can do for yourself right now is beg for forgiveness. ❞
  • ❝ I only have a little neck. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun]’s head seems to have grown bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I am madly in love with you. ❞
  • ❝ it takes a lot to get me angry. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t even look at you right now! ❞
  • ❝ why can’t I stop crying? ❞
  • ❝ there’s a hole in my chest & I don’t know if it will ever heal. ❞
  • ❝ even now, whenever I’m with you, I can’t help but fall in love with you again. ❞
  • ❝ a sweet for my sweet? ❞
  • ❝ it’s not the first time this has happened. ❞
  • ❝ this world is far too cruel to girls. ❞
  • ❝ a daughter is a blessing. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sore. ❞
  • ❝ is there such a thing as too much sex? ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you stand there in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ everything I’ve done, it’s for you, for us! ❞
  • ❝ this is too risky! we might get caught. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t be prepared for everything. ❞
  • ❝ you have to trust me & in me. ❞
  • ❝ I trust you more than anyone else. ❞
  • ❝ what if something happens to you because of something I did? ❞
  • ❝ please, just tell me what’s wrong. ❞
  • ❝ I just don’t want you getting hurt. ❞
  • ❝ love is not something that can be taught. ❞
  • ❝ come back to bed. ❞
  • ❝ as long as we stand together, nothing can stop us. ❞
no one else

the morning after a few too many drinks, you discover you called someone you haven’t spoken to in months, someone harry’s not too happy you contacted.

i always feel really uncomfy writing smut its just not my thing but i’m trying for you guys lmao

that said, warning: smut.


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There was a soft knock at my apartment door and my friend Julia kicked me in bed, “Get the door,” She muttered, “Pro'ly your boyfriend.”

I took my time getting out of bed and Harry knocked again. I swung the door open and barely looked at him before climbing back into bed.

"Hey,” Harry said, scanning the room full of scattered alcohol bottles all at various stages of emptiness, “Heard you had a rough night.”

“Don’t talk so loud.” I said and pulled the covers over my head. I felt the bed shift as he sat down and rubbed a hand down my back. I sighed and pulled the covers down so I could see him and he was smiling slightly at me, a bit of sympathy in his eyes. “Can you hold me for a bit?”

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He spent the next five days retracing his victims’ steps.  He talked to so many people. Devoured past interview transcripts.  Phone records.  Tried to think of every damn stone he could turn over.  His efforts finally provided a link between the two men. 

Both had a history of domestic abuse.  

After conducting some interviews of his own, he was pretty sure he could rule out the wife and girlfriend as suspects. 

He found one more commonality though.  But he needed to talk to Claire about it first.  

It had been five days since they’d had pizza and wine together.  Five days since he’d taken her hand and watched her flinch as if burned. It didn’t take his detecting skills to figure this out.  He was certain now.  The evidence was too convincing.

Claire Randall saw things.  Visions. Premonitions.    

Claire Randall was a Psychic.  

He wasn’t innocent.  He knew the signs of an aroused woman.  Pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed.  Breath short.  Every time he touched her, she reacted. 

When they parted five days ago she was furious. Twisting her hand from his she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and brought him to within mere inches of her face.  She cursed him.  Hard.  

“You fucking bastard!“  Then she shoved him out of way, and disappeared inside her townhouse before he was able to make it to the bottom of her front door stairs. 

He could hear the music before he reached the basement of the building.  The pounding of the drums loud and jarring, the words coming fast and hard.    

This doesn’t mean I lost my dream,

It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Jamie stopped at the double doors and watched her through the window.  She was laying bones out on a table from a box.  

He watched her hold each piece of the skeleton for a moment.  Internalizing. Listening.  Then lay it out in its correct spot.  She did this with each and every vertebrae.  Solemn,  Respectful.  She pulled out a humerus. She smiled as if remembering something special. Whimsically.  Fondly.  What had Claire Randall held in her arms to make her smile like that? She pulled out the skull. Ran her long, delicate fingers over the cranium.  She closed her eyes, and he saw her shake her head sadly.  What did she see?  

Down here, hidden away, the music drowning out the world around her, Claire was free to be herself.  To let her gift flow without fear.  The bones spoke to her. A good woman.  Her death was peaceful, of that Claire was sure.  And she had loved, and been loved.  

Jamie watched with fascination.  Heavy dirty soul. What was it that weighed her down?  Why did such a beautiful woman, eyes that could shine with golden light, choose to lock herself away in solitude?  

The song was still pulsing.  He pushed the door, and felt the resistance.  He reared back.


Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

He banged on the door.  The music prevented his intrusion.  So he waited. Man, those drums. They were relentless.  He didn’t understand how she could concentrate.

The song finished.  He knocked and watched her head snap up.  

Their eyes locked for a moment.  He could see the war raging in her mind. So, she had been avoiding him.  He held up the file in his hand, and shouted, “I think I found something!”

The next song kicked on and she jumped.  More drums, heavy bass.  She set the skull down gently, and came over to unlock the door.  She hit the button on her sound system as she passed it drenching the sterile room in silence.

The lock slide free.  She didn’t bother to open the door, just turned and walked away.  Jamie stepped inside the cool room and let the door whoosh closed.  

“Thanks for yer time.” he said by way of hello.  “I have a couple of connections in the poisoning cases, but one needed yer expertise.”

Claire went back to her work removing bones without a word.  Jamie followed her over to the table.  “What do ye have here?”

“Woman.  Brought in for me to see if I could identify her, maybe connect her to a missing persons.”

“What did she die of?”

“Nat-” Claire stopped.  “I won’t know until I examine everything.”   Her hands gripped the edge of the box, and she let her head fall forward. She grit her teeth until she could feel the pulse in her jaw jump.  Where had her guard gone? Where had her carefully constructed persona gone? 

What’s your question?”  Claire kept working.  Keeping it professional.

“The autopsy report said the stomach contents were the same.  Can ye confirm somethin’ for me?”

Claire gave him the briefest of glances.  “I can try.”

“Would ye say both men ate at the same place before they died?”  He watched her eyes widen just a little before answering.

“I don’t really know for sure.  I mean, it’s possible.  If I remember correctly I indicated they had similar meals.  I can’t confirm they were from the same place.”  Claire turned back to the box and closed her eyes for a brief moment revisiting the impression that hit her during the second postmortem.  Glass cases.  Fresh, crisp vegetables.  Bright blue floor.  Small tables.  Sunlight.  

She grabbed a mandible.  This one had been chatty in life. 

Jamie leaned across the table at her, trying to meet her eyes.  She did know. Instinctively.  He wished she would trust him.

“Talk to me, Claire,” he said, soft, and caring.  Pleading.  A lover’s voice. 

“That’s what we’re doing,” she said, clipped and hard.

“Yeah.  How about ye tell me the truth.  Without ye dropping yer head, or swearin’ at me?”  He’d never met a woman so closed off.

“Look.  I’m busy, and I want to get this done because I’m hungry.”  She took out another bone, a rib, and laid it on the table.   

“Here,” he said, stepping around the table and reaching inside the box, “let me help.”

“No!” Claire shouted, blocking his way with her arm.  She would never get the whole picture if she didn’t connect with every single bone.  She moved too fast and made a mistake. She accidentally placed a hand on his chest trying to hold him off.  

Right above his heart.  Laughter.  Affection.  Joy.  So much joy. 

She pulled her hand back, fast.  Her breath was irregular.  She grasped at the first excuse she could think of to cover her behaviour.  “You don’t have gloves on.”

Now, Jamie thought.  Now we talk about it.  He stepped closer to her.  

“Ye know what we could be.  But ye don’t think we should be together.” He tried to catch her eye, but she was having none of it.   

“That’s right,” Claire said.  Another bone on the table.  “I think I’ve been very clear.”  

“Well, I need to be clear, too.”  Honesty.  It felt like the right way to go in this case.  “I feel this. Just as ye do.  I can’t ignore it.”

“Well, you have to.”  She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole.  

“I can’t.  I dinna want to.”  Jesus, Jamie thought.  Am I actually begging right now?

“Not my pig, not my farm, Fraser.”  She would not get into this.  She was doing fine without another Alpha Male in her life. She dug through the box.

“Can you?”  He asked her, his voice mocking.

“Can I what?”  Claire was being purposely obtuse.  It served her well, at times. A collarbone set in place.  

“Ignore it.” His voice reflected his impatience. 

“Yes.  Quite easily”  Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but Claire decided it would have to be her truth for right now.

“I don’t believe ye.”  He would not give in without a fight.  “Why do we have to ignore it?”   Persistence.  It’s what made him a good detective.   

She slammed the femur down on the table with a crash.  The clang of the metal table reverberated around the room.  Jamie jumped back.

“Dammit. STOP.”  She realized she wouldn’t get any peace until she spelled it out for him.  Fine.  He wanted her secrets, did he?  Damn him.  He had no right to them. 

“Now you listen to me, James Fraser.  I get how perceptive you are.  I understand that you think you know me.  But you don’t.  I will say this once, and only once.  Am I attracted to you?  Hell, yes.  You’re too damn good-looking by half, and smarter than the average man which makes you even more alluring in my eyes.  But there cannot be an ‘us’.  Understood?  I like the men in my life to be like my cadavers.  Simple.  Silent.  And dead. ”   

“But that’s not what ye see.”  Jamie’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s.  

Claire threw her hands in the air, exasperated.  

“Do yer visions ever not come to pass?” he persisted.

Claire counted to twenty before she answered.  Fucking, stubborn Scot. 

“No,” she whispered.  “I haven’t been wrong.  Yet.”

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Niall’s tweet didn’t stop anything.  In fact, it made it worse.  I suppose he knew that would happen which is why he didn’t want to say anything.  Learning not to plead your case with people who have already shown not to care was a rough lesson to learn sitting in my sister’s kitchen.  But I learned it the hard way.

I suppose I was having a hard time because up until that point Niall and I had been blissfully anonymous and happy.  That bubble had most definitely been burst.  

I learned a lot while I sat there feeling sorry for myself.  I learned that I’m not as smart as I like to think I am.  I learned that my boyfriend was smarter than I was when it came to these types of situations and maybe I should shutup and let him take the reins.  And I learned that I while I always liked to think I was Niall’s priority, I actually was.  He put himself in the line of fire with his fans in order to make me happy.  I swore I would never do that, but here I was, doing that.

So I had a glass of wine at my sister’s house, sat there for a bit until I was good enough to drive and then I went back to Niall’s with my tail between my legs.

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More than friends ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can you make a smut imagine where the reader and Gray are friends with benefits and they slowly start to fall in love with each other?😄 Ily💕 ‘‘

Word count: 2334

Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘Just friends. Friends with benefits.’ That was the deal to which you had agreed to. That was the thing that Grayson said to you after the night you guys had kissed for the first time. Well, he may had gone a little farther than just kissing, but no very serious things were included.

And from the moment that he said that to you, you knew you were in love with him. And as the months passed by – when you guys started having sex and such - you realized that you couldn’t avoid those feelings. But you knew that Grayson wasn’t into you like that. You just knew. You weren’t his type of girl.

Even when he moaned your name and told you that no one could made him feel like the way you did, you knew that it didn’t really mean anything. He just said that so he could get laid the next time you came by. You also knew that he fooled around with other girls as well.

But alright, let’s pretend that he did like you. Grayson would never admit that since it could ruin your… Yeah, let’s call it friendship. And neither would you, so what exactly was the problem?

The problem was that you wanted Grayson to call you his, that you cuddled in bed, that he made pancakes for you, that he showed you off to his friends… Just the romantic shit. The ‘’goals’’ everyone was always talking about. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

In these last few weeks you came to the conclusion that you just couldn’t do it anymore. Sex with Grayson was great, no doubt about that, but it almost physically hurt that he just did it for the sex and nothing more. You thought that he only wanted to have sex for the pleasure and it happened to be that you were the girl he did it with so he could get what he wanted.

But you were done now. Enough was enough, you decided. It only made you sad that he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. So the last few days, when Grayson called you, you rejected him. And it was hard – it really was – but you had to stop the pain that you let him give you. Because it hurt; it hurts when someone doesn’t care about you like you do about them.

As you were lying in bed, reading, you hear your phone ringing on the left side of you. You pick it up to see you had an incoming call. From Grayson. Should you take it or just ignore it? Like always your feelings won and you swipe to answer it. ‘Hello?’

‘Y/N… I need you. Like, right now,’ Grayson demands, almost begging. ‘Gray, you’re just being horny. Jerk yourself off,’ you respond with an annoying voice. Of course Grayson noticed that. He chuckles. ‘Wow, okay princess. If that’s what you want…’ You sigh. ‘Sorry, I just… can’t. And I’m thinking about ending this… this thing that we have.’ ‘What? Why?’ Grayson asks, his voice louder now. You’re surprised. You didn’t think that he would react so… shocked. ‘I don’t really want to talk about it. I have my reasons.’ That wasn’t a lie, but it also didn’t explain anything.

‘Okay… But - can you just visit me? For one last time? I have a surprise,’ he asks in a sweet tone. ‘A surprise?’ you chuckle in disbelieve. ‘Yes!’ Grayson responded very excited. ‘So you’re not just saying that so I come over?’ ‘No Y/N!’ And when you say nothing, he adds: ‘I promise. Please.’ That was it. You couldn’t say no to that voice – or to a surprise, right? ‘Okay, then. I’m on my way.’

Of course you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand you felt guilty on giving in, but on the other hand you were really curious about this surprise-thing. You let yourself in to his apartment. You hear nothing except soothing, calming music that was coming from upstairs. ‘Grayson?’ you say uncertain. No response. You hang up your coat and decide to walk up the stairs.

What was going on? Since it was really dark in the apartment you just notice the rose petals that were put on the steps of the stairs. What was this? You hope it wasn’t some kind of joke, because you could literally burst out into tears if he was planning on doing something romantic… without an actual meaning.

You follow the rose petals. With a nervous feeling you make your way over to his closed bedroom. You softly push the door open and there it was… your surprise. ‘What the…’ you start, but the last word got stuck in your throat. The floor of the room was covered in rose petals, a cute little radio was playing music in the corner and the only light came from several candles that were put on different places in the room. But the one thing that really drew your attention was a shirtless Grayson that was lying on his bed, his big arms resting under his head. On his pretty face he had a sexy, seductive smile.

You open your mouth to try to say something, but Grayson holds up a hand, gesturing you to be quiet. ‘You don’t have to say anything. Come here…’ When you don’t move he gets up from the bed and walks up to you, his arms spread. He slowly grabs your jaw and places a chaste kiss on your lips, but you pull back immediately.

‘This is not what I came here for, Gray. What is this?’ you ask, raising your hands in confusion while looking around. Grayson’s cheeks suddenly turn very red and he looks down, avoiding eye contact. ‘Well?’ you fold your arms against your chest. Grayson sighs and looks at you. A deep and intense look, which causes you to get those familiar butterflies.

‘I have something to tell you, Y/N. For a long time I didn’t know if I should because there could be consequences, but you deserve to know what I feel for you. I like you… No,’ he corrects himself, ‘I am in love with you.’ It is a quiet for a moment. What could you possibly say to this?! ‘Please… say something. Anything,’ Grayson begs, biting his lip. ‘You’re joking right?’ you ask unconvinced. 

‘No, I’m not! I thought it was so obvious that I liked you, but you clearly have no idea,’ Grayson says. ‘What about all those other girls?’ you ask. He raises his eyebrows. ‘What other girls? Oooh, wait. Y/N, I was just messing with you. Believe me.’ You narrow your eyes. ‘Really?’ Grayson sighs and puts a step closer to you, putting his hands on your hips.

‘I promise. I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll always keep choosing you. And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart,’ Grayson says so genuinely that you just had to believe him.

You lay a hand onto his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating really fast. It takes a minute before you had collected all your thoughts and look into his beautiful dark eyes. ‘Grayson… I love you too. I have for a very long time, actually.’

He smiles and puts his warm hand onto yours. You sigh, feeling relieved. ‘I’m so glad you told me this. I thought that everything we had… That it meant nothing to you.’ ‘Well, it did. Trust me, it meant a lot.’ Grayson said, his voice full of adoration. ‘So… what do we do now?’ you ask seductive, bringing your body closer to his. Grayson presses his body to yours, his hands stroking your upper back. ‘Oh, I know exactly what I want to do right now.’ ‘And that is?’ you whisper with a goofy smile, looking up to his face. ‘Make you feel good,’ he responds smirking and puts his soft lips onto yours.

You giggle when he puts his strong hands under your butt and lifts you up, carefully walking back to the bed. He sits down on the bed with you sitting on his lap and pulls back so he could remove your shirt. ‘And this has to go, too…’ he whispers amused while he unclasps your bra. You feel very vulnerable when he stares at your boobs, two body parts you were a little insecure about since they were really big.

He leans in and kisses the top of them, which was when you started getting really turned on. He goes further down and licks your nipples, which caused you to let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckles and starts circling around them with his tongue.

You moan softly in pleasure and stroke your hands through his hair. Just when you feel yourself getting wetter, Grayson pulls back. He lifts you up without any effort and gently places you to the side. ‘Go lay on your back, baby,’ he whispers with his hands on your thighs. His deep voice was filled with lust. You lay down in a comfortable position while Grayson looks at you with so much admiration that it felt like your heart was going to pop out. 

He hovers over you and starts kissing your arms, slowly going down to your belly, tracing the skin with his fingers. With a loving smile he studies your body like he has never seen it before. Then he trails down to your thighs and you sense his husky breath against your skin. With his warm hands he gently spreads your legs. He looks up with a goofy smile and you can’t help but chuckle loudly.

‘What are you smiling at?’ you ask. ‘I don’t know. It almost feels like this is the first time I touch you. It’s heavenly,’ he adds, cheeks getting red. You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. He pulls down your panties and throws them next to the bed. Suddenly you get a bit nervous; Was he going to do what you thought he was going to do? It would be your first time. Grayson licks his lips and starts kissing and lightly sucking your inner thighs, leisurely going to your crotch. He tilts his head when his lips are an inch away from the place where you wanted him the most right now.

‘Is this okay?’ he asks sweetly. You nod and your heart flutters at the way he was treating you; so gently and carefully. He always did, but this time it felt even more special. Grayson places his hands on your tummy to get more comfortable. Then he leans forward and puts a pure kiss onto your crotch. And another one. ‘Gray… Don’t tease me like that,’ you whine. Grayson chuckles. ‘I’m sorry. I have never done this before.’ ‘It’s okay. You’re doing fine,’ you reassure him.

It always surprised you that a boy who was so beautiful and kind like him could be this insecure. His hot breath on your heat made you even more desperate. You needed him. Finally Grayson moved his tongue in between your folds, starting slowly. He licks you up and down and then sticks his tongue inside of you, using both of his lips as well. You gasp when he enters you and Grayson takes this as a hint to start sucking. You let out a deep sigh from the pleasure he gave you and you start to grind your hips.

Grayson starts sucking with a great amount of pressure on your very sensitive clit. He looks at you while you close your eyes and quietly moans his name, throwing your head back in the pillows. Just like you he was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely loved the power he had over you and seeing you struggle to keep your legs apart.

Within a few minutes you got that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach as Grayson moved his tongue deeper, curling it as it grazed over your g-spot. Your breaths were getting shorter with every second that passed by. Heavenly shivers went down your spine when he stroked his fingers up and down your thighs. You were a moaning mess by this time and you knew you were getting close. You dig your nails into his scalp instinctively to warn him but he just sucks faster and faster, growling quietly against your core.

‘Grayson…’ you cry out, arching your back. Your head was spinning. As your walls clenched around his mouth, him having no mercy, your muscles tense when you receive the most powerful orgasm you ever had. It was magical. You let out a deep sigh as you come undone and grab Grayson’s hand that was laying on your stomach now. He strokes your hand with his thumb to stop it from shaking while slowing down his movements.

After your orgasm had ebbed away Grayson strokes two fingers against your crotch. He looks at you intensely while he licks your juices from his fingers. A pleasant shiver goes along your back. You had never experienced something this intimate and erotic. You loved it, though. With blushed cheeks you let go of his hand. ‘That was amazing,’ you thank him. Your legs still felt like jelly.

He smiles and hovers above you, gently pressing his body onto yours. ‘You’re amazing,’ he simply says. You cup his face with your hands and place a long, passionate kiss on his plump lips. ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Grayson whispers after he pulls back. He looked very serious, like there would be any chance you would say no to this amazing human.

‘Of course I will. I love you,’ you answer happily. Grayson smiles. ‘I can’t even explain how much I love you right now,’ he whispers and looks into your eyes. You giggle and pull him closer so you could kiss him again.

anonymous asked:

Any advice for new med students? I need all of them, please!!


- take a deep breath

- it’s a marathon not a sprint

- figure out the best way for you to learn: be it taking hand notes, listening to lectures/watching videos, reading, flashcards, drawing things, mnemonics, mental diagrams or typing notes or whatever else. Your system may change.

- don’t get too into the caffeine, you’ll need room to increase your dose in residency

- try to eat some plants every day

- exercise

- it’s ok to ask for help

- it’s ok to cry

- find that pure little nugget of hope and joy in your heart PROTECT IT AT ALL COSTS

- believe it or not you have loads of free time right now go live your life and do fun stuff I BEG U

- get ready for the ride of a lifetime

Any other suggestions welcome.

False Hate

(A/N): I needed some Bucky up in here before I do another Natasha:)

Pairings: BuckyXReader

Request: Bucky and (Y/N) don’t get along at all but one decision changes everything.

Warnings: Angst, Some Swearing

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @bigfootsiddhartamama

Bucky and (Y/N)’s relationship was different. No one knew why but they both could hardly stand each other let alone be in the same room together which caused lots of bickering and snarky comments among the two. They both don’t hold back the venomous words said towards one another and they feel no guilt when doing so. They never agreed on a single thing but if there was one thing they agreed on, it was they were to never be paired up for missions and the whole team knew it. There was one occasion they both almost were almost killed because they couldn’t agree on an exit strategy and afterward barely escaping they both proceeded to get their asses chewed out by Steve and Fury, both unable to go on a mission for the next month. The team tried different ways of getting the two to get along but nothing they tried seemed to work.

No matter how much they seemed to hate each other, there was an agreement of team comradery. Yes, they didn’t get along but they were teammates and they would always have the other’s back even if it was countered with a crude comment. It was an unspoken agreement that they knew a team needed to survive, especially a team like theirs.

“I don’t know how you deal with them, Nat. They’re so uncivil, cynical and intolerant.” Bucky spits out with disgust as soon as (Y/N) is out of sight and Natasha gives a chuckle as she sips her coffee.

“I don’t know what you’re saying. They’re one of the sweetest people I know.” Natasha says with a smirk as she leans up against the kitchen counter and Bucky stares appalled at the redhead’s comment.

“Says you. They’re only rude to me, have you heard the things they’ve said to me?” Natasha gives a sigh before setting down her coffee, looking up at Bucky with her bright green orbs.

“(Y/N) is the biggest sweetheart you’ll meet, Barnes. They have a heart of gold and they may act like they hate you but they don’t mean harm. It’s how they cope, maybe you’ll see one day.” Bucky gives a huff before crossing his arms. He didn’t believe it, (Y/N) and him would never get along as long as they both lived.

They were surrounded. What was supposed to be a simple mission quickly turned into a mission that seemed impossible to escape. Bucky and (Y/N) had somehow got separated from the rest of the team and were currently in a Hydra building on the basement level and all the exits were blocked by the incoming swarm of agents. They were battered and bruised, running low on ammo and energy and they were beginning to think that this was how it was going to end. The two of them were currently taking cover behind some boxes, shooting and fighting when Bucky’s voice is heard over the shooting. “We need to get out of here!”

“No shit, Barnes! What do you think we’ve been doing this whole time? Wanting to die?” (Y/N) yells as they continue to shoot back at the Hydra agents and Bucky gives a growl.

“Shut your mouth, (Y/L/N), I don’t need any of your shit right now!” He yells back with venom but before (Y/N) can counter, Natasha’s angry voice is heard over the comms.

“Both of you shut it! I’m done with both of ya’ll’s shit! Now, there’s a service elevator around the corner to your left, it’s your only way out. Steve and I are waiting up top for you, hurry.” They both look to their left and they both look at one another before giving a nod and they quickly run over to the elevator, shooting the oncoming agents. They shoot the majority of them and for a moment there is no gun shots but know there will be more coming. They finally make it in but when Bucky presses the button it doesn’t start. He begins to hit the button harder but to no avail. “Damn it!” He yells angrily, slamming his hands on the wall and he begins to run his fingers through his hair.

(Y/N) looks around frantically for any solutions and their eyes freeze on a blinking red button on the opposite side wall. An override button. Footsteps can be heard and (Y/N) gives a shaky deep breath before stepping out of the elevator, quickly shutting the elevator access gate and locking it from the outside. Bucky runs up to the gate, shaking it as he looks at (Y/N) with a crazed look. “What the fuck are you doing!” He screams angrily yet scared for them at the same time as he continues to shake the gate. (Y/N) gives a sad smile before pointing their gun where the agents are about to appear.

“Getting you out, making sure you don’t die… I-I’m sorry for everything. Good luck, Barnes.” (Y/N) says before running towards the flashing red button and Bucky begins to panic. He yells as they shoot at the now present agents and all he can do is watch in horror. (Y/N) hits the button and the elevator doors begins to shut but all he wants is them to be in there with him.

(Y/N) runs out of ammo and he watches helplessly as they get shot. “No!” Bucky screams as loud as he can as they fall to the ground and horror fills his body as he sees an agent ready to shoot again but as the agent points the gun at (Y/N) the elevator doors shut, blocking his view. Bucky hits the gate furiously before resting his head on it as the elevator makes its ascent. He has to go back, he has to. 

When the doors open, he rushes out ready to go down to the lower levels but is quickly stopped by Steve, Sam and Natasha. He fights, thrashing violently. “I have to go back!”

“Buck, Buck! We’ll look for them I promise but right now we have to go.” Steve begs the soldier and Bucky slowly stops moving before looking at the elevator sadly. He pulls from their grips before walking to the jet without a word.

He didn’t hate (Y/N) as much as he thought and right then, he made it his mission to get them back, no matter what it takes, no matter the conditions. 

Shaking Hands With The Devil (3)

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: it might mention sex, but nothing further than that… for now SMUT, if you feel unconfortable with it don’t read.

Check (my bae’s) @ahgasthetic moodboard

Since a cutie asked for it @youngmalums here’s part 3

“My sin was not specifically this or that
But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil
The devil held me in his clutches
The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 1, Part 2

Ever since the kiss Min Yoongi was now an integrated part of your dreams it took a long time for you to notice that this was only his incubus influence on you, it was way different from your previous dreams with him… But if anyone asked you, you would deny it till your death.

“I’m curious about one thing, and you won’t leave my dreams anyways, so just answer it.”

“Fine… but I’ll want a reward” he winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Was it worth it?” You asked and he was expressionless, you loved when that happened, it was because you had pulled a string “I mean, all the books say that you were kicked out for your unsatisfying lust for women, don’t you regret?”

“Babygirl, have you ever had sex?” He shook his head “of course not, that’s why I’m here right now. You can’t talk about things you don’t know, I could show you in hundreds different ways why heaven is way disposable when compared to sex.”

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anonymous asked:

14. “How can I hate someone that I’m in love with?” Andreil. I am ready for angst (such Christmas spirit, wow)

14. “How can I hate someone that I’m in love with?” (Hi there I combined this with another request, so this is the sequel to my 99 prompt with Neil getting hurt !!)

“All they had in the tooth-rotting section at the corner store was coffee crisp and triple fudge so I got both,” Neil announces, shouldering their door open with his hands full of ice-cream tubs and an array of keys.

He’s taken to wearing them on a lanyard like a school teacher, and Andrew knows he does it because he wants them at hand, near his heart. Renee bought him a fox charm and it hangs between the key to the court and the first one Andrew ever gave him — he’s memorized the shape of it without trying to.

Kevin glances at Neil over the screen of his laptop and stands immediately, walking wordlessly to his room. He retreats to his bedroom whenever Andrew and Neil are in a room together, lately. ‘A precautionary measure’ he’d sneered when Nicky had asked.

“Is that okay?” Neil says, suddenly standing above Andrew, head cocked.

“It’s acceptable,” Andrew replies, and opens his hand. Neil presses the triple fudge into his palm, and produces a plastic spoon from the shopping bag to balance on top.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to wait,” he explains, mouth quirked.

Andrew ignores him, hooking his finger in the plastic seal and breaking it apart. Neil collapses into the couch next to him, tossing his feet up over Andrew’s lap and dropping the bag on the carpet. Andrew looks at him. “It’ll melt.”

“Eat fast,” Neil says, and grabs Andrew’s first spoonful for himself.

“I should’ve let the FBI take you.”

“You should’ve,” Neil says seriously, “Now I’m your problem full-time.” He leans in enough that Andrew can see the chocolate in the corner of his mouth, the complicated relationship between his freckles and his burns —


He’s yanked back to the present by Nicky’s frantic voice, a high discordant thing like a wrong note in a bad piece of music. The rest of the foxes crest over the slant of the hallway, a wave of good intentions that pushes Andrew back into the wall and takes his breath. He can’t deal with them, he can’t escape to somewhere else when prying voices are trying to keep him here. He can’t be fighting to see Neil with foxes holding his hands behind his back.

“What’s the news,” Allison asks when they’re close enough, looking uncharacteristically haggard with her lipstick wearing away and her shirt untucked.

Andrew shakes his head.

“He’s not…” Dan starts to ask, horrified, and Andrew’s fists clench so hard his knuckles crack.

“No,” Matt says firmly. “The monster would be ripping this place apart.”

Andrew produces a knife instantly, and renee catches his wrist, eyes hard and terrible above her smile. “You’re going to get yourself kicked out of the hospital.”

He hates it, he hates it, because it’s the only thing that could’ve made him stop.

He drops the knife on the floor and Renee quietly stoops to pick it up and pocket it.

“He’s going to be okay, Andrew,” Nicky says earnestly, skirting carefully around Renee to stand in front of him.

“He’s survived worse,” Kevin agrees, an old haunted look on his face.

“Don’t,” Andrew says. It’s all he can manage.

There’s a knife in his chest and Neil has the handle; if he dies now the blade never comes out. If he dies it won’t matter how much armour Andrew puts on, the knife is already in, always.

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hey yall

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Sorry to beg but idk what to do right now since I just moved and I can’t eat

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Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 


I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.


“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.



“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

All I Wanted; C.H. 29

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27**, part 28

“Dress or no dress?” I ask to no one present in my room as I hold multiple dresses in front of my frame as I make faces at myself in the mirror. “Oh, you can never go wrong with a dress!” I mimic Meredith’s voice before I chuckle dryly. I had felt horrible when I had merely been sleeping with Calum behind Meredith’s back, but right now all I wanted was to come clean with her and beg her to help me get ready – like she always would do.

I’m a hopeless mess when it comes to getting ready on my own and I am doubting every single choice I had already made tonight. It had taken me half an hour to choose my bra, and I think I was going on to an hour for deciding about my dress.

I throw the black dress onto my bed, it was a too safe choice for now, and decide to go with the fire red dress. It showed off my curves in just the right way and covered enough without me looking like a nun. I sigh and drop onto the chair in my room, glad I had finally decided on my outfit and all that was left now was my make-up and hair.

My phone vibrates against the wood and I lean over to see Calum’s name flash. I put down my foundation and pick up my phone.

Do you like fish? :) xx

I snicker while I shake my head, my fingers tapping away at the greasy screen. I feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach as I bite my lip, hitting send.

Yes, I do. Excited for tonight ;) xo

I apply my foundation and a fair share of my eye make-up before my screen lights up again.

Hurry your ass up then, I’m ready xx

It makes me speed up my preparations and I slide into my dress with ease. On my way downstairs I try to slide on my shoes – almost hopelessly failing – before I’m jogging out the door.


“Hi.” I grin as the front door slides open, revealing a devilishly handsome looking Calum with the brightest grin on his face. “Hello.” He leans in and presses his lips against my cheek, which I feel heat up at his gentle touch. “Come on in.”

“It smells great here, what are you making?” I take a whiff as I follow my nose through the hallway and to the opened kitchen door. I can’t help myself when I walk straight to the pan sizzling on the stove, completely discarding Calum.

“Spanish tortillas. I hope you like them?” Calum mumbles as he stops behind me, his hands gliding along my waist as he drops his chin on my shoulder. “I’ve never had them, actually.” I smile over my shoulder and Calum huffs, one of his hands letting go of me so he could poke the tortilla with his fork.

“Then prepare yourself, it’s one of the better things I make.” Calum laughs before he presses his lips against my neck and I let out an involuntary giggle. “Even though I have trouble believing it, I can’t wait.” I take a step back, leaning against the table as I watch Calum add spices and other ingredients to his one-pan-meal.

“I know you’re dying to do so, so I think maybe we should tell Meredith this weekend. But like – keep it PG13 for now until she gets used to the idea?” I mumble, my eyes scanning over everything scattered across the Hood kitchen. Calum stops his movements, his head slowly turning so he could glance at me over his shoulder. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. Shit scared as well. But I think it’s the most decent thing to do now that we’re giving this a proper go.” I shrug my shoulders with a small smile etched onto my lips. Calum’s features contort into something that displays a huge grin before he turns around, discarding his spatula. His hands grasp my face and he feverishly, passionately, presses his lips against mine.

I moan against his lips as I feel my smile creep and become brighter, my own hands fisting Calum’s shirt. One of his hands slides to the back of my neck, pressing me closer against him as he deepens the kiss.

“What the actual fuck?” Her voice is high-pitched, almost shrieking but you can hear it – filled with horror. Calum stills his movements and I freeze on the spot. He backs away from me and as soon as my eyes land on a seething Meredith, her bag dropped to the floor, my mouth starts sputtering words I know aren’t going to help me in any way.

“Mer, it isn’t what it looks like!” I swallow thickly as my widened eyes dart from Meredith’s defensive stance and Calum, who looks like he has seen a ghost – he has seen her furious way more times than I have, and I know I should be scared when you cross Meredith.

“It looks like you’re sucking my brother’s face. Why in fuck’s name would you do that?! How – how long has this been going on?!” Meredith starts to stutter, her accusing finger pointing between Calum and I. Her mouth opens a few times but no sound comes out. This is bad.

“I – uh,” I really don’t want to do this, “maybe two or three months?” I press my lips into a thin line as I awkwardly bounce on the balls of my feet. I feel like I’m being scolded by my dad for stealing his father’s day gift when I was six years old (what did you expect from a little kid with no money but an immense love for her dad? Yeah. I thought so). Not even a second has passed before her loud voice fills the silence – apart from our heavy breathing – once again.

“You – WHAT?” I think her eyes might bulge out of her head if she keeps inciting herself like this I think she might pass out from a reduced blood flow. I sigh and rub my flattened hand along my face. Calum stays quiet again, which I think is a smart move. This is directed at me, I am her best friend and I betrayed her trust. Not to drag Calum down, but he hadn’t done much else in the past years.

“All I wanted was to be certain what this was before we told you, Mer. It isn’t that we’re purposely trying to hide everything from you.” I mumble towards the floor because I know this will infuriate her further, although it’s the truth.

“Well, Y/N, I wanted that my brother and my best friend were honest with me. Apparently that’s too much to ask.” Meredith drops the thick folder she had been holding onto the table with a rough smack. She sighs, shaking her head before she disappears in the same direction she came. “I have plans. Yeah, apparently to stab me in the back…” Meredith mumbles before the door slams closed behind her. My heart aches and I want to go after her, but Calum’s large hand on my lower arm stops me.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Y/n. Let her cool down, I’m sure she’ll call you in the morning to talk this through.” I groan as I drop onto one of the kitchen chairs. I rest my head on my knees, trying to keep my angry, frustrated tears at bay. Of course our do-over date would be a complete disaster, too. Everything is against us.

“Y/n, baby, it’ll all be alright. Don’t worry about it, you’re been friends since you were in diapers, I won’t let a guy come in between you two.” Calum starts massaging my tense shoulders, his tall frame standing in front of me. I eye his knees, letting out a humourless chuckle.

“Calum, you are that guy.” I breathe as I roll my eyes, Calum’s eyes widening before he steps closer towards me. His hands encircle my waist and he lifts me off of my feet, keeping me up and pressed against him. “I’m not letting myself come between you, but I’m not going to let you be, either.”

I smile and slowly close my eyes, hugging his frame close to mine. I hope he was right and kept his promise. I press my lips against Calum’s freshly shaven face before I retreat.

“So, how about this amazing tortilla you were going to try and feed me?” I redirect the conversation and attention back to our date, but in my head, all I could replay was Meredith coming in.