spoke my mind

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Hey guys..
So I got kicked out of my home for good today, one for coming out and two bc I spoke my mind. So I left and I’m thankful that I can stay over at a good friend’s home for the night.
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Thank you so much guys for everything you’ve done for me up to this point. I really want to start enjoying life and I hope I can get everything sorted out.

Forces of Attraction

Good Little Angel part four!

Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

Word count: 1,347

Warning: smut, oral (male receiving)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part four.

Lucifer arrives back, but still nothing seems to be getting sorted out.

A/N: Thank you everyone for your kind words about the series! It’s so nice to get your feedback.

Originally posted by markpellegrinoworld

A knock came on the door, stirring you from your bed. It was officially the next day and you were still stuck in your bedroom, unable to get out at all.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice came from the other side of the door. The smell of bacon hit your nostrils before his voice had registered in your mind. Your stomach ached for a decent breakfast while your mind ached for something else to look at apart from these four walls.

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A Day of Firsts

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so why not procrastinate on homework.

So I have this headcanon that Rhys is super kinky af and Feyre is more than willing to experiment. (Note: I also think it’s a very healthy kinkiness, with nothing forced [because Rhys, duh]).

Rating: T (NSFW-ish)

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It had already been a day of firsts when I finally made my way home that night. 

In the morning, I sold my first painting since the opening of my very own gallery. As luck would have it, the Fae buyer was so intrigued with my work, he decided he wanted more. That’s how I secured my first ever commissioned painting. When I went to a celebratory lunch with Mor, we decided to try out a place we had never been to. The food was some of the best I had ever had. Needless to say, I was in a wonderful mood when I winnowed into the townhouse foyer that night.

“Rhys?” I called out as I removed my favorite boots. The house was surprisingly quiet; normally at this hour, our inner circle would be lounging about in different parts of our home.

“Upstairs, Darling” Rhys spoke into my mind. With my eyebrows raised, I made my way up the stairs leading to our room. Knowing Rhys, he had some sort of surprise waiting for me - which could be good or bad. I peeked into the room, and found my mate lounging on our bed with an amused smirk. I let out a small sigh of relief that the surprise was not a negative one.

“I have a preposition for you” he purred, and immediately I was back on my guard. Last time he had a preposition for me, I ended up having to paint a sexy portrait of Cassian. My dear mate had lost a bet, and Cassian picked a punishment he knew would piss Rhysand off. Rhys stood by for the entire painting, mumbling under his breath about his stupid Illyrian brother. Of course, my reward was my husband taking extra care of me in our bedroom later that night. Still, the image of Cassian’s self satisfied smirk made me gag.

“What is it?” I asked cautiously. Rhys’ smile only widened at the apprehension in my voice. He stood up slowly, strolling over to where stood in the doorway. His arms wrapped around my middle, pulling me close so he could press soft kisses to my neck.

“I’m feeling quite…experimental tonight” He cooed against my skin. Immediately heat pooled in my core. We had just recently begun exploring the use of…objects in the bedroom. I was a bit squeamish about the subject, and thus never brought up my curiosity to Rhys. One day we were in the lingerie shop when he spied a blindfold. He looked at me with a questioning look, and I nodded shyly. Thus, the experimenting began.

“And what” I purred, nipping at his ear, “are you exactly in the mood for?”

“ Hmm…” He hummed, letting his hands roam lower on my body. “I was thinking using this” he finished, pulling out a strip of silk. My eyes narrored in question, and he chuckled to himself. 

“I’m wondering, darling, if you’re interested in me tying your hands” he whispered. He allowed me time to think it over, kissing me softly along my collarbone. I took my sweet time deciding, torturing him with the wait. He looked to my face, and slowly smiled, nodding my approval.

“What shall our safe word be this week?” he said, turning me toward the bed.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out “Cassian!” and burst into a fit of giggles. Rhys’ face fell, completely unamused.

“I’ll make you pay for that one, you wicked thing” he growled, pushing me onto the bed. I continued my laughing, until his mouth crashed into mind, effectively silencing me. I began to tear at his clothes, and with a growl he pulled our of my grasp to strip his finery off himself. I quickly shed my leggings and sweater, left only with a midnight blue set of lace. He stood there, telling me with a simple look that we had yet to come up with a safe word. 

“Our safe word will be cabin” I purred. He finally stepped back into my reach, and I greedily grabbed onto him. He pulled me closer to him and moved our bodies closer to the headboard. 

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered, pausing to look deeply into my eyes. I held my hands up to him, urging him to move forward. He took my hands gently into his, and kissed each one gently. The silk reappeared, and he bound my hands firmly. He brought them to the headboard and secured them to the polished wood.

“Give it a pull” he ordered, and I pulled. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good” He smiled devilishly, and then disappeared. My mouth flew open, but then I thought it must be part of his play. So I waited. And waited. And waited. My strong Fae ears picked up on the sound of a page turning downstairs. Suddenly, I realized what had happened.

“Rhysand!” I yelled “Get your sorry ass up here!” I could hear his laughter travel up the stairs.

Maybe next time, Feyre, you will pick a different safe word.He laughed into my mind.

“You prick!” I hissed back. Another page turned. It seemed he’d be taking his time finishing his novel.

Oh, he would pay for this. He would pay for it big time.

  • Rufus: Okay. We have to be back at the inn before midnight, understood? Good. Everyone have fun. Don't kill anything.
  • Minerva: No guarantee for that last part.
Fake Girlfriend 4 || Dan Howell

A/N: The response to part 3 was just overwhelming! thanky ou so much 💕

THIS IS THE FINAL PART!

Word Count: 1.5K 

POV: Dan

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by salaiiinspire

“I wasn’t acting.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She actually wanted to kiss me? My eyes widened as I intensively looked at her. My heart was suddenly racing. Y/N stopped staring at her feet and our gazes met. Her eyes spoke of surprise just like mine did. We just stood there in the middle of the woods, our faces cold and hands sweating. The girl in front of me with the cute red nose was the same one I used to fight with whenever we met. I used to despise her and my hate was returned. So, what happened to us?  Because right at that moment I longed to kiss her sweet pink lips even if it were the last thing that I did.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve probably said something but all I could think about was kissing her. I moved closer to her, leaving footprints in the snow with every step I took. Since she was shorter than me she lifted her head to look up as soon as I stood right in front of her, our chests almost touching. I could feel my body already prickling. She was so damn beautiful. Y/N got on her tiptoes. There were only inches between us. I could feel her warm breath on my cold skin. The spark was almost there. I leaned in to close the distance between us and then?  Shouts.

“Daniel, Y/N! Where are you?” Aunt Sarah’s voice echoed through the forest.

We had fallen behind a while ago and had last seen my relatives more than ten minutes ago. They probably thought we were lost somewhere around here since there were a lot of different paths.

I groaned in annoyance, seeing my aunt and her soon to be husband. ‘We were about to kiss god damn it.’ I wanted to angrily shout in their faces. Maybe I groaned a bit too loud because Y/n started giggling at my exasperation. Just the sound of her little laugh made me calm down.

“We are here!” I shouted back.

After less than 5 minutes we had caught up to my relatives.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you. We just.. uhm needed a minute to ourselves.” I apologized, scratching the back of my head.

“You both know that the fertility luck of that squirrel you saw lasts longer than just a few minutes, right?” my grandma asked, winking again.

Oh my god. Here she goes again. Why does she always have to do this? I mentally facepalmed myself and just laughed it off while Y/N stayed silent in embarrassment.

“I hope you didn’t search for us too long?” I asked with a slight feeling of guilt. Unfortunately, Harry was the first one to answer.

“Well Dan, Auntie Sarah was actually quite worried about you. You must know Y/N, that when Dan and I were 12 we used to play hide and seek here in the woods and Dan got lost for a whole afternoon. When we found him in the evening he was crying his eyes out and since then we weren’t allowed to play here anymore.” Harry ended his anecdote with a bitter laugh and I wondered how many stories that make me seem like the biggest loser on Earth there were.

Much to my liking though Y/N was on my side and not his. Her way of killing was kindness. She just laughed at my 12 year old self and took my hand in hers. Her small fingers felt cold under her knitted gloves so I tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

“Is that why you are scared of trees and the dark?” she wanted to know with a grin and I was surprised that she knew that about me.

Since it was way past midday we soon returned to my aunt’s mansion. Sarah made hot chocolates for all of us to warm up. Later today most of my other relatives would arrive since the wedding was tomorrow. Me and Y/N walked up to our room in silence. My thoughts were racing though. We weren’t even friends when we got here, she was just my fake girlfriend and now? What were we now?

Instead of talking about what happened during our little walk we just talked. About how we both met Phil, what are favourite movies were, what we were scared of as children and topics like that. The only thing we didn’t talk about was our first kiss, our second kiss and our almost kiss. I think we were both unsure of what the other would say and we just didn’t know how to address it. At five in the afternoon there was a knock on our door, making me stop talking mid-sentence.

“Hey, lovebirds. Most of your aunts, uncles and cousins have arrived, Dan. Why don’t you two come downstairs to have dinner with all of us?”

“Sure, auntie.” I said while Y/N sweetly smiled at Sarah.

We got up from the armchairs near the big window that we were sitting on. Y/N checked her hair in the mirror on the wall before she approached the door.

“I can’t believe that out of all girls in the world, it’s you who is my fake girlfriend.” I uttered with astonishment.

My words made Y/N stop in the middle of her tracks. She turned around to look at me and when I saw her face I realized that she had completely misunderstood what I had said. I was trying to compliment her. I was simply expressing my amazement because the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world agreed to act like she is my girlfriend. She had interpreted what I said differently, in a negative way.  

“Y/N I didn’t mean it like-“ I defended myself trying to make this, whatever this was, okay again.

“Let’s just go meet your family.” She snapped and walked out of the door.

 Smooth Dan Howell. Real smooth.

I headed after her, wanting to apologize, but it was already too late.

“Daniel dear!” various relatives exclaimed with glee when they saw me and I shook a lot of hands instead of kissing Y/N.

What I soon learned was that Y/N was indeed a really good actress. She acted like the perfect girlfriend and made us seem like we were the happiest couple on Earth. Only I knew that she was actually mad at me. What was I even thinking when I said that? Why didn’t I ask her to be my girlfriend already?

The horror that I might have ruined whatever we could have had made my heart want to explode. We sat at the table talking and chatting with everybody, eating dinner and answering questions about our fake relationship.

“Looking at you two makes me want to be young again.” My grandma said with a smile.

Y/N blushed and squeezed my hand underneath the table.  It was just an act but I wanted it to be real so badly.

So I plunged in at the deep end.  I moved closer to her, my palms sweaty.

“I’m  I am – uh.. falling for you, Y/N.” I whispered into her ear, my heartbeat almost louder than my words.

I watched her face lose colour at my words. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

I could tell that she was shouting “Dan?!” inside of her head right now.

Dessert couldn’t be served soon enough and we nearly jumped up from our seats when we were finished. We took two stairs at the same time, nearly sprinting to our room. When I shut the door behind me, there was nothing and nobody holding us back anymore.

“CAN WE FINALLY TALK ABOUT THIS?!” Y/N screamed, but just as those words had left that pretty mouth of hers I had stumbled forward to where she stood and crashed my lips onto hers. I was finally kissing her, no acting just real feelings. She immediately kissed back and there was that famous spark again. My whole body was on fire as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in my hair. There was no space between our bodies left as we moved our lips in perfect rhythm.  

We broke apart staring at each other in sheer amazement.

I was still out of breath but she was right, we had to talk about his. So I swallowed hard and talked.

“Okay so, first of all I just want you to know I am not acting right now. It’s all real and I never should have lied.

The second thing I want you to know is that what I said before dinner was supposed to be a compliment, but it looks like I am just freaking dumb.

The third confession is that I have fallen so hard for you and every time I kiss you it feels like I am actually on fire.”

Y/N and I had the biggest smiles on our faces as I finally spoke my mind.

“Oh and fourth, I’m tired of this fake girlfriend thing. The ‘fake’ part just doesn’t work out for me.”

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Originally posted by shitsgold

Summary: So basically this is where you came with Jonathan to his dad’s, and you confront him(his dad), and just help Jonathan and stuff.

Warnings: There’s some bad language, but that’s about it.


Jonathan was silent during the car ride to his dad’s. He was blasting The Clash and gripping the steering wheel so hard his hands were red. I wanted to comfort him in some way, to ease the ride over as much as possible.

He was focusing on the road intently. We’d been in the car for about an hour, and he’d only glanced at me a few times. I was still happy I came though, I knew he would need the support afterwards.

I decided to try and talk to him, and ease the tension that had been building up. “Babe, maybe we should stop and eat something, you haven’t eaten all day,” I said, pointing at the sign that signaled there would be places to eat up ahead.

“No, no I-” He gripped the wheel tighter, “We just need to get to my fathers.” He shut his eyes slowly, then focused back on the road. 

He looked at me, gave me a weary smile, and then turned onto the exit towards the food area. “Really quickly though,” he sighed “I guess I am a bit hungry”

I smiled at him, he responded with letting one of his hands fall from the wheel and held one of mine. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you write a fanfic where Ashlyn is having a hard time with depression and Ali is there to help her?

Ashlyn had always dealt with depression and she was very open about it. She didn’t want to hide, but she also didn’t want people to feel sorry for her. The one person that she knew she could always count on to be there for her is Ali. Sometimes she didn’t want advice. She didn’t want to be told that everything would be fine. All Ashlyn wanted was to know that she was cared for, to know that no matter how deep and dark her thoughts got, that she was loved.

When Ashlyn was a kid, she struggled on a daily basis with depression. It was a constant battle to keep her emotions in check and it didn’t always work. She had a tendency to lash out at others and she would isolate herself because she felt like no one cared. But she was a kid then. She knew better now. She had Ali now.

Ali and Ashlyn had developed a bit of a code. It took a while for Ashlyn to open up and be completely honest with her depression with Ali but Ali never pushed. It was a hard subject and Ali admired Ashlyn’s bravery.

If Ashlyn was feeling low, she would go to Ali and simply say, “I don’t feel good.” Ali understood. It didn’t mean that Ashlyn was ready to talk, it just meant that she wanted Ali to know.

Today was one of those days.

They had the day off and neither one of them had made any plans for the day. Ashlyn loved sleeping in, but this morning when she woke up, she rolled over and went back to sleep. She didn’t want to get out of bed. She didn’t want to do anything but sleep. Ali could tell that Ashlyn want doing great even though she hadn’t said anything. She could feel it in the air.

It was almost noon. Ashlyn was awake now but she had yet to get out of bed. Ali crawled up the bed and layed down behind Ashlyn.

“I don’t feel good.” Ashlyn said.

“I know, baby.” Ali acknowledged her and ran her fingers through Ashlyn’s hair.

Ali moved away from Ashlyn momentarily and went into the bathroom.

“I started a shower for you.”

Ashlyn didn’t want to get up, but she appreciated that Ali was taking care of her. She nodded and got out of bed. Before she went to the bathroom, she kissed Ali on the cheek. A way to say thank you.

While Ashlyn was in the shower, Ali took the sheets off the bed and put them in the dryer for a few minutes. It was a cloudy, rainy day in Orlando, so she closed all the windows and drapes. She knew that Ashlyn would be in the shower until the water ran cold. That’s always what Ashlyn did when she didn’t feel good. Ali grabbed her laptop from the living room and placed it on the bed after she retrieved the warm, fluffed up sheets from the dryer.

Ashlyn got out of the shower, but when she walked back into their room, Ali was gone. She found a note left on the pillow.

The sheets are fluffed and I want you to pick a movie to watch on my laptop. I’ve gone to the store to get snacks! I’ll be back in a few.

Ashlyn smiled at Ali’s thoughtfulness. Ali was her flotation device. Whenever she felt like she was drowning, Ali was there to help her keep her head above water.

Ali returned home with a bag of movie snacks for her and Ashlyn. She brought them into their room and set them on the nightstand. Ashlyn was propped up in bed wearing freshly washed sweatpants and one of Ali’s old PSU soccer shirts. Ali quickly changed into some shorts and a tank top and climbed in the bed. She patted Ashlyn’s shuder, telling her to move. Ashlyn sat up straighter and Ali moved in behind her. Once Ali was comfortable, Ashlyn leaned back against her.

“Did you pick out a movie for us?”

“Yep!”

Ashlyn already sounded closer to her old self and Ali felt relieved. She still hadn’t told her what was going on in her busy little mind and Ali had not asked either. If Ashlyn wanted to talk, she would. Sometimes, all it took for Ashlyn to feel better was to be reassured that whatever she was dealing with, she wasn’t facing it alone.

They had made it threw about half of their first movie when Ashlyn spoke up. “Sometimes my mind gets too loud.”

Ali didn’t say anything, she just gave Ashlyn’s shoulders a squeeze to let her know that she was listening.

Ashlyn continued. “I try to stay positive and tell myself that it’s all in my head, but sometimes that doesn’t work. Sometime I just have to let the demons take over because it’s easier than fighting them off. Every now and then, I need a break and I just have to be sad for a little while. I don’t know why. My mind just doesn’t work like other peoples.”

“Do you want me to say anything or did you just need to get it off your chest?” Ali didn’t want to speak if it wasn’t her place. She knew that Ashlyn needed space sometimes and that was perfectly fine.

“I want to talk with you.” Ashlyn leaned her head back on Ali’s shoulder and looked up at her. “You always know what to say.”

Ali smiled and folder her arms around Ashlyn’s chest. Ashlyn cuddled deeper into her. “You are so brave, Ashlyn and so strong. It’s ok to get weighed down by your thoughts and it’s ok to let the weight of the world rest on your shoulders. It’s a lot to hold up and sometimes the burden gets too heavy. But what I love most about you, is that you always get back up. You always put others happiness before your own and when times do get tough, when life does push you down, you fight back and you always manage to come back stronger than ever. You see a lesson in every situation that comes your way and that makes you smarter than you will ever know. I just want you to know Ashlyn, that you will never be alone. If you need to talk, if you need to cry, if you need to yell, even if you just need someone to keep you company while you sleep it off, I will be here. I will always be here and you will always be my number one priority.”

Ali felt the tears roll off of Ashlyn’s cheeks and hit her arm.

“Thank you.”

Ashlyn felt like saying thank you wasn’t enough, but it was all that she could manage at the moment. Ali knew what it meant and Ashlyn felt ten times lighter knowing that Ali would always be by her side. Her partner in crime. Her rock. The center of her world. With Ali, she could do anything.

Temptations (M)

Originally posted by jinyoung-ahh

Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. All that we have, is what’s between hello and goodbye.”

Summary: Sometimes when you have everything you asked for…. it’s never enough. You have a fiance you are about to get married with soon and life is good, until that one guy changes it all… He’s that something that you need to have a bit excitement in your life… He was full of surprises and brought you feelings you haven’t felt in a long time… But was he just a temptation or someone worth the trouble to get involved with?

Previous Parts:

// 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 everyone~ 

More Parts:

Part 20 // Part 21 //

Masterlist 

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Your Point of View

You’ve been ignoring your surroundings. You probably already passed a hotel but you were so hurt you didn’t care whether you were going to be able to find a place to sleep or not. You found a near by bench and without any hesitation you sat down and looked down feeling more tears streaming down.

Will this pain ever go away? Will you be able to forget about everything that you had and finally move on? Not only were you hurt by one person, but by two people..

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from the left so you quickly lifted up my head and you see Youngjae standing right there causing your eyes to practically jump out.

“Youngjae?” You whispered and then your heard name being called again but it wasn’t coming out of Youngjae’s mouth or even his direction. You looked to the right and see Jinyoung standing right there looking directly at you.

“Jinyoung?

You continued to stare at the two as the two stared at you but also stared at each other…

What the hell is going on?

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My 20 year old husband - [Day 8 : Boy in Luv]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

It was that smug expression again.

The same one Jungkook knew to send all girls into a state of frenzy. Without hesitation, he boldly blurted out his naively suggestive thoughts.

“I’d prefer if YOU took it off.”

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I was working today at the pet store and a kid came in with his mum, asking me where the small animals were. I showed them where they were and asked them a bit about themselves to get an idea of the home the animal would go to and if it was safe. I asked the little boy what animal he wanted and said ‘I would really like a hamster’. His mother interrupted slightly and said ‘He wants a dog terribly and I’ve said he can have one its just I’m not too good with larger animals’. The little boy then said ‘That’s ok mummy, I don’t need a dog, I just want you to be happy’. I was filled with joy instantly due to the fact there was a such kind, generous and loving kid in a world full of rude, selfish and horrid people. I wanted to bow down to this mother and say how wonderful she was for raising him so well… accept I didn’t. I didn’t say anything, i just carried on talking about the hamsters. Looking back i wish I had, remembering the blue and purple marks under her eyes, the lines around her mouth and her slumped posture. She deserved to be told she was an amazing woman, but I doubt she will be. It may seem silly to you but to me, that has to be one of the most important times I should of spoke my mind, I regret not doing so. I want to remind myself and you to always tell someone how awesome they are if you truly believe so, because life’s too short and that comment could mean the world to them. 

anonymous asked:

(1) when i first discovered bangtan i immediately liked yoongi the most and i always got this really soft vibe from him and it confused me a lot to see fans act like hes this overly agressive guy and i was worried i was just projecting but like. my boy is so incredibly soft. like i know sometimes he gets cocky and likes to tease or be a little rude but hes such a sweet and caring soft soul inside and i wish more people would see it ;o;

Anonymous said: (2) remember how he said he chose the name suga because he wanted to have a sweet image and he said smth similiar about his pink hair… like dont get me wrong i love me some aggressive dom yoongi but i really think soft and silly yoongi deserves more love!! especially lately hes been showing us that side more and it seems intimate and comfortable somehow and i love it

anonie yes!! you literally just spoke my mind!!

aggressive/dom yoongi is amazing, and it’s there, but in general he is so much softer than that. he isn’t really ‘’agust d’’ all the time, he’s a squishy boy who has the most beautiful gummy smile and loves to joke around. 

when I first got into bangtan I saw all the grandpa jokes and how he’s cold and hard and serious all the time, but I didn’t agree with that at all. he’s so caring and loving (just look at the way he touches the other members and talks about them). there’s a lot of soft to yoongi and honestly I’ve always thought him and jimin were the two softest members. I wish this was more commonly known in the fandom because it’s so important. 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

I mean…

late night fights

a/n: so so sorry for the long wait to the lovely anon who requested a Nate imagine. Hope you like it, I tried to follow your request as close as possible, just know I worked on this for like 3 days, constantly rewriting, so sorry if you still don’t like it, but I put lots of work into it, so please enjoy

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I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.

He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.

We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we are. 3 years later, happy as can be.

Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look like those girls.

But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.

At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home, throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.

I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into some leggings and a big tee shirt.

I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta, liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.

I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t coming home.

I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and sat on the couch.

“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even turning to look at me.

“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.

“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with obvious sarcasm.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some asprin.”

“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?” and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.

“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.

“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this. I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling hungover as he swayed a bit.

“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.

Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly spoke my mind.

“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I screamed.

“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled, shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was. I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room, ignoring Nate calling my name.

I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but he called out, making me stop and turn around.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.

I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung up.

Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate, whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating. And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much of an older brother.

Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.

I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.

Yeah man, she’s here.

No I wouldn’t do that. You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.

Okay, you know I will.

And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.

The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass everywhere.

Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.

That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me. I looked up at him and broke down.

“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me, holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.

I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life, like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going out tonight.

I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice. When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.

“feeling better?” he asked.

“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”

“alright, you have your key?”

“yeah, I’ll see ya”

And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2 shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and looked at the dancefloor.

Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.

“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair, but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.

“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.

“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off her and leave her alone.”

“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked away.

I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.

“thank you.” I smiled.

“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”

“(y/n)”

And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar, and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway, and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.

“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.

“let’s give him something to look at then.”

And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other resting on his shoulder as our lips met.

What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my breath and Derek smiled at me.

“you wanna get outta here?”

And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

“yes.” I said breathlessly.

Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his address, we were both all over each other.

We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch, Derek landing on top of me.

“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.

“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know our lips are attached.

Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of me.

He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.

“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.

“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.

“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here, don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running his hand down his face, slowly waking up.

I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I opened the door I yelled at him.

“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some pants on.”

“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the door, looking down still.

“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door and brushed past me.

“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him, stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his shorts.

“hey wassup Skate?”

“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready to throw punches.

“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.

“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.

Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.

“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.

“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.

“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.

I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.

“what the fuck was that.”

“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.

“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.

“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said from the couch.

“wait what?”

“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.” Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”

“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from me.

“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an ass.” Nate spoke out.

“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”

“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”

“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.

His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back, he looked at me, hands still holding my face.

“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you, don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you way too much ma.”

“I love you too Nate.”

“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.

“yeah, I’m coming back home.”

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The Black Dahlia | Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, Violence, Slight Horror.

Summary: You are a mythical creature of sorts. You were a English royal princess in the 1800’s, living in Russia so you could be married to the future King as an alliance of your two countries. You feel no love for this man as he is cruel and hateful. So you do the inevitable leading to a life of never growing old and being feared for centuries. In the 21st however you are captured by an organization. Because you can’t rot away even if you tried, would you ever be freed.

Originally posted by thee-perks-of-being-a-wallflower


A/N: I had an idea hit me all of the sudden. I would love to create a series out of it. If you would like to be tagged in this series let me know in my ask. Eventually in the series there might be some smut incorporated into the story. Let me know what you guys think. Also the title will be her nickname and this will be elaborated on during the series.

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Overlooked Efforts | Oh Sehun

GenreFluff, Angst

Word Count1.6k

Summary - In which you claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…

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Harry Potter AU

 

Y/N’s POV

It was a fine afternoon I spent strolling through the halls, midst conversation with Chanyeol as we walked towards the library. After stopping in front of the huge pair of double doors, we were immediately told not to enter by a very suspicious looking Baekhyun.

“You can’t go in” He shrieked as I tried to push past him

“Umm yes I can, and frankly I’m a bit late so I have to go in like now” I admitted, already being worried about the diva strop Sehun was going to throw when I entered late to our study session. I’d already told him to halt his quiditch practices for this, so I couldn’t make myself seem more unpleasant as to show up late to my own given time.

“Just take my word for it and go in some other time. I don’t want to see you hurt” Baekhyun suggested, making me more confused about his antics than I usually was anyway. I tried to look into the large room for any possible clues, but he’d placed his arms across

“Baek what are you talking about? I’m getting late for my study session with Sehun, and he really doesn’t like it when I’m late” I rushed

“You can’t go in because… He has someone else with him in your spot!” He blurted

“Under the staircase? Is it one of his quiditch teammates again? Cause I’ve told hi-” I began to fume

“It’s a girl…” Baekhyun ended, cowering behind Chanyeol as soon as the words left his mouth.

“W-what? Who is she?” I tried to keep my calm

“Siena from Ravenclaw, I heard them talk about her being his tutor for a while now” He nervously informed

“Oh her! She’s hot” Chanyeol decided to pipe up, and I instantly shot him a death glare

“Hot as in… She needs to uh - cool off with all that ugliness! Eww” He changed, mirroring Baekhyun’s nervous look.

“I just don’t know why he’d pick her over me” I huffed, looking over and trying to spot the two. I sucked in a short breath when I saw the giggly pair stumbling out from behind the large bookshelves. As soon as Sehun spotted me standing with Chanyeol, the grin on his face turned upside down; his attention momentarily with me before he went back to his preferred friend. “Put your arm around me” I muttered to Chanyeol

“What?” His eyes widened at my sudden request

“Put. Your. Arm. Around. Me” I enunciated as he shook his head.

“Y/N I don’t think this is a good- Never mind” Baekhyun gave up as I grabbed Chanyeol’s arm and put it around my shoulder. I spotted Sehun’s glare at the corner of my eye, and a satisfied smile took over my face.

“Y/N what do you think you’re going to get out of this?” Chanyeol sighed as he pulled me closer. Him being my best friend meant that this kind of skin ship was a usual. But I knew he felt uncomfortable when he found that it had another purpose.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s working” I nervously admitted, turning to grin at him. “Look I’m sorry, but I don’t know what happened. I don’t know… Why I did that” I shook my head

“Is there a chance you may be, I don’t know… Jealous?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows

“I am not!” I snapped, pulling Chanyeol’s arm closer around me. Okay maybe I was a little annoyed, but certainly not jealous. I began to play extended the sleeve of his robe as an act of innocence, but the two continued to give me their suggestive stares.

“Y/N you’re gonna break my arm” Chanyeol warned as he chuckled at my sudden aggressive attitude. “You know you’re kind of hot when you’re jealous” He drawled, lowering down to place a small peck on my cheek.

“Hmm… Put a sock in it Park, he can’t hear you” I chided, kissing his cheek and walking over to the shelves.

I was walking through the rows in search for the basic Hexes spell book, when I heard a familiar voice clear his throat beside me

“So what’s up with you and Chanyeol out there?” Sehun asked, leaning against the shelves as I nonchalantly continued my search for the book.

“A more valid question would be: why do you care?” I replied with a question, tilting my head at his sudden curiosity

“Hmm I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that you two strictly claim to be ‘just friends’, but then all of a sudden you act all couple of the year, cuddling and kissing” He accused, causing me to let out a little chuckle at his not-so-subtle sign of jealously. But that would be pointless obviously; he has his own lady to worry about, why would he be jealous of the thought of me with another guy?

“We’re just being friendly” I shrugged, my answer being an instant cue to roll his eyes

“Yeah okay… Because all friendships consist of constant pecks on the cheeks, him wrapping his arms around you every five seconds and you curling up into his chest ever so often. Man would I love to be stuck in a friendzone like that” He scoffed

“Did you just hear yourself?” I laughed “My question still stands though, why do you care? You have your own lady friend, who you picked over me by the way, to be bothered about”  I prompted

"I’m just making sure he isn’t taking advantage of you at this time of dismay which you’re going through…” He sighed

“Excuse me?” I huffed

“Y/N, you can’t lie to me and say that you aren’t the tiniest bit jealous of her. I mean come on! I’ve seen the daggers you give her every time you make eye contact, it’s like you’re thinking of a hundred ways of how to kill her” He laughed to himself as I continued to stand un-entertained by his antics. I was most definitely not jealous of her! I mean sure she had to be the replacement of me being Sehun’s tutor for the past two years, but now that I’ve seen how much of an ass he’s being about this, I’m extremely glad this happened.

“You are just so full of yourself aren’t you? Saying all I ever think about is you. Well news flash mister Oh Sehun, I do not have any feelings for you! Emphasis on NOT!” I clarified “There is no reason for me to be jealous of her so shut your egotistical ass up and leave me alone” I snapped, half-lying to myself

“Jealously so evident in those sentences…” He sighed as I let out a groan at his consistent douchebagery. It’s a word. As the smirk continued to play on his features, I decided to set things straight as I walked up as close as possible to him, looking him in the eye as I spoke

“You listen to me, and you listen to me loud and clear Oh Sehun. I am not jealous of you and your perfect princess of a tutor, so why don’t you just waltz out of this section just as easily as you barged in, and take your asshole vibe with you” I finally hissed pushing his chest back with my hand and walking away; only for my wrist to be instantly gripped by him as he twirled me in to his chest with our arms tangled between us. We tried to steady our breaths as the unwanted tension began to build up again; focusing on anything rather than his face becoming an extremely hard thing to do, staring into each other’s eyes out of will.

“And scene” His low chuckle sent me mixed feelings and right now, this felt extremely frustrating. “Now you listen to me Y/N. My efforts of finding out your feelings towards me have definitely paid off, maybe not in the most graceful way” He began and I continued to impatiently stare at him, but I already kind of caught the drift of this being a confession “And I’d like to clarify one thing before you get mad at me; I had no intention of making you jealous, I just knew ‘Defence Against the Dark Arts’ isn’t your forte so I asked Jian. But when you started getting closer to Chanyeol, I started feeling this odd possessive vibe towards you and I honestly feel like that whenever you’re close to guys” He mumbled

“Sehun you can’t do that… I’m not your girlfriend and people are going to start getting ideas-” I

“Why? Why are you not my girlfriend Y/N?” He asked childishly

“Sehun I-” I began to feel at a loss of words because this wasn’t exactly the conversation I was expecting to have with my best friend. But hey! Here we are now.

“No no no, you like me -Baek told me, you can kill him later- and I’m absolutely crazy about you, so why aren’t you my girlfriend yet?” He

“Asking me would be a good start” I mumbled in the heat of the moment, my eyes widening at my own words as I looked up at him with wide eyes, as if to say ‘I don’t know where that came from’

“So… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” His voice came out unusually nervous as he spoke. My mind was suddenly a mess after I looked up at his hopeful eyes; I subconsciously nodded at his words causing a smug grin to take over his features. I didn’t know what just happened, but apparently I was glad it did.


A/N: I’m really sorry that the ending came out a little… poopy :( But I hope you lovelies liked the rest of the imagine as I have worked really hard on it :) I hope the anon(s) who requested, liked this (yes I merged two requests again, but they paired so beautifully! Please don’t kill me hehe) Thank you all for reading <3

~Shazz xx

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Keep You Safe (Part 3)

Characters: Alpha! Sam, Alpha Dean, Beta! Cas, Omega! Reader

A/N. This is an A/B/O fic. Standard A/B/O warnings apply.  I am using Kittenofdoomage’s A/B/O Universe rules. This is my first attempt at telling a story in the first person so bear with me.

There is smut coming, I swear! I’m building up to it!


“I’m sure you have questions about what happened back there.” Sam said to me.

Not as many as you would think. I thought to myself. “Can we go back to your place and talk?  I asked.

“Sure, we can do that.” Dean replied.

I didn’t say much on the drive back.  I was still trying to decide if I could trust these guys.  Not trusting people had kept me alive so far, so I wasn’t in a big hurry to give that up. When we got back to the motel, I sat down on one of the beds, and Dean handed me a beer. I took a long pull. “Thanks.” I said gratefully.

Dean stared at me. “I gotta say, your taking this all pretty calmly.”

I looked him square in the face. “I know that guy you knifed was a demon.  So was the douchebag who hurt me at the bar. You probably knifed him too.  That’s why I was bloody.”

Sam and Dean wore identical expressions of surprise. “What are you?” Sam finally asked.

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i love reading chris’ interviews. when i was just getting to know him i read that long ass interview that he made in november i think, and i fell in love with his words and the way he spoke. he blew my mind.