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Bearded Bucky.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .

Words: 2.476


You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day. 

Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.

You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.

“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”

“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.

“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”

And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team. 

“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”

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I’m my own worst enemy and it pains me to say so. I can blame others for all the hurt, but in the end, the fault lies on me. I try to see the best in myself but instead I discover the worst. Honestly, it’s so tiring and it’s the kind of tired that no amount of time can ever fix. I’m slowly destroying myself and for some odd reason, I never seem to stop myself from doing so. I just stare at myself and keep wondering when the pieces will fall back in place.
—  littlemissimaginary
play date | dan howell

summary: fic based off of the song by melanie martinez
warnings: cussing 
pov: y/n
a/n: this was requested by a nonnie. let me know if you liked it. req’s are open

     you call me on the telephone, you feel so far away
     you tell me to come over, there’s some games you wanna to play.

10:45pm

I read on the screen as the light from my phone shone through the dark walls of my room. Dan had just hung up the phone, telling me to meet him at his place in thirty. This had been going on for a few months now, he calls me up and says he’s lonely, I fall for his words and come rushing to his place to try and make him forget about everything.

I walk to Dan’s place, then knock on his door and wait for him to open it. “Hey, love.” Dan says, his voice raspy and tried. I am greeted with his shirtless physique and messed up hair, I think of running my hands through it but immediately stop myself from doing so.  

As I step in and trudge towards Dan’s room, I notice how quiet it is. His roommate must be out again, it’s only the two of us in his place, no one to interrupt or hear us. 

    it’s getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you
    i don’t want to play no games
    i’m tired of always chasing after you

I turn my body to face Dan while pulling the duvets closer to my naked body, we were both panting from the previous escapade that had just finished a few minutes ago. I was about to say something when Dan cut me off and said, “I think you need to leave now.” His voice was stern yet laced with slight exhaustion. 

I was going to interrupt and ask why but I didn’t want to cause a scene or worse, make him angry and end whatever we had going on so instead, I shut my mouth, gave him a quick nod and started throwing my clothes on so I could leave his place as soon as possible.

    i don’t give a fuck about you anyways
    whoever said i give a shit about you?

My eyes flickered through the dim lit room that smelled of alcohol mixed with sweat. I was sitting in a booth with my friends when one of them spoke up, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

 “Hey Y/N, how are you and Dan?” She asked. “Yeah, it’s been months and we haven’t even met him yet. Are things getting serious between you two?” The other shouted through the loud music that echoed through the pub. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“We’re not together,” I huffed. “— I could care less about him or what he’s up to. I’ve had enough, I’m never sleeping with him ever again.”  I continued, hoping they would believe the lies that fell from my lips because in reality, I wanted something more from Dan, something other than the physical connection we had going on.

I want him to look at me the same way I looked at him, not just lust but with love. I want to be able to rest my head on his chest at night at wake up in the morning and feel his arm wrapped around my waist. I want to be able to introduce him to my friends and family, to walk down the streets hand in hand letting everyone know we were together. But sadly, that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

    wake up in your bedroom 
    and there’s nothing left to say

I try and look for my phone on the bedside table, but quickly noticing the table was gone. My eyes flutter open and I immediately shoot up from the bed that obviously wasn’t mine. Trying to recall the events from last night, all I remember was being in a bar with my friends and Dan callin— Oh fuck.

Cautiously tilting my head to the side, I see Dan beside me, the duvets covering only half of his body, his chest rising up and down as a soft snore escaped his lips. I was almost tempted to lay back down and cuddle with him until I remembered how I’ve never slept at his place before. We’d usually fuck and he’d just kick me out without a second thought.

I take my time and inspect his room, I’ve never seen it in broad daylight before. I could see all the little decorations he had lying around his room as well as our clothes scattered around. I kept a mental image of what his bedroom looked like in the morning since I wouldn’t be seeing much of it next time.

My thoughts, however, were quickly interrupted when Dan stirred beside me. I started to panic and tried to lay back down so I could pretend to be asleep but before I could rest my head down the pillow, he had already spoken up. “Y/N?” He started off, his eyebrow raising before he continued, “What are you still doing here?” 

wssh-watson replied to your post “I’m in awe. I just finished watching The Handmaid’s Tale and I can…”

what about scenes of rape and/or sexual violence towards women? I’ve been dying to watch it but stopped myself from doing so because I saw a couple scenes in the trailers I couldn’t bear to watch. do you … “get used” to it or do they change in the context of the scene?

There are short answers and long answer to that question. Because it’s after 2am, you’ve caught me in a long-winded mood, lol. What you have to understand is that every single thing that happens in the context of the main story (there are multiple layers of time) happens against the will of the woman to whom it happens. The entire story is about a dystopian future wherein women have no say over their own lives. In a sense, every action that happens is a rape. It’s very, very difficult to watch. And very, very necessary - one of the nightmares I had was so vivid that I was standing there in the shower yesterday morning, trying to tell myself that everything was okay and that it was just a dream. 

Here’s the thing: when I first read A Handmaid’s Tale about 18 years ago, I wasn’t scared by it. It’s far scarier now because this kind of a future is trembling on the verge of existence even as we speak. It seems we’re in one of history’s notorious backslides in terms of progress and basic human decency, and with that women’s rights will always slide.

I would suggest reading the book first. If you can’t handle anything in the book, then definite then definitely avoid the show. There are definitely scenes wherein women are used for sex against their will. They don’t protest because they can’t. At some point most of them were given a choice between that and certain death at a place never clearly shown in either the book or the show, a scary last-stop place referred to as “the Colonies”, where women who are declared to be “unpersons” are sent. The United States has become a country called Gilead, which has embraced an extreme right-wing fundamentalism. Due to pollution, the country’s fertility rates have dropped drastically and most babies that are actually conceived successfully are born deformed and die quickly. So: young, fertile women are made “handmaids”, women who exist for the sole purpose of bearing children for wealthy women, through their husbands. So yeah: it’s built right into the story and it’s horrible, but those aren’t the scenes that made me yell and sob. 

The short answer is, yes, every single thing about this show is a trigger warning. Definitely read the book first. That should go without saying, anyway. :) Personally, I love dystopian books in general, and I’m political and quick to see the warning signs in our own cultures these days.  

I don’t know if that helped at alll, but - read the book first and see! 

It's All About You - Joe Sugg Imagine (Part Three)

Your heart stopped as your eyes met his blue ones. His mouth was slightly ajar and he was staring directly at you and was dressed in a dashing suit. The music began to play and your palms grew sweaty. Jim noticed Joe was in a trance and followed his gaze to you, as he nudged Joe and suddenly the four boys started singing while Joe snapped back into reality and began catching up with the words. “It’s all about you..It’s all about you baby..” They sang softly into their microphones as the music blasted. All of the boys were singing beautifully and every time you heard Joe’s voice being louder than the other boys, your heart did backflips and fluttered crazily like a butterfly in the summer but it also shattered like glass as you thought about how mad you were at him and how mad you still are.

Everybody was cheering the guys on and Zoe, Tanya and Niomi were squealing and clapping for their boyfriends on stage while you laughed and smiled at the sight of the girls, seeing how proud they were of their boyfriends which honestly made you so happy because you were so happy to see your best friends happy. You were enjoying all of the boys vocals and swayed with the girls, you turned to look back to the stage when your heart suddenly leaped to your throat and instantly sped up as you watched Joe jump off the stage and walk towards you and the dancing girls. He flashed you a soft smile, yet you could see the fear in those eyes of his and the nervousness in his smile as he suddenly stood possibly five steps in front of you and everyone watched before they immediately started to take pictures. Your eyes were locked on Joes and he placed the microphone close to his lips and sang. “Yeah, I would answer all your wishes..If you asked me to..” He grinned before his hand grasped yours and he pulled you closely into his chest and stared deeply into your (your/eye/colour) eyes that widened with shock.

“But if you denied me one of your kisses..I don’t know what I’d do…” He smiled and placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand before he stood back nervously and gave you a hopeful and happy but sad look and walked back to the stage as you stared at the back of his head feeling everything overwhelm you. What. Just. Happened!? You asked yourself as you suddenly released the breath you didn’t realise you were holding until now. You didn’t know how to feel. Why did he sing that to you? Why did he kiss the back of your hand? What’s going on? Why did he look so happy but sad? You suddenly became lightheaded and excused yourself and you managed to wander out of the building and up a few flight of stairs until you were on the roof of the building.

You wrapped your arms around yourself feeling a cool breeze blow by you. Your head was spinning with curiosity, confusion and a feeling you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t want to leave the performance, you just couldn’t look at him. You felt so strongly for him that your heart ached and cried and broke. You’ve been fighting with him for the last few weeks because he’s been ignoring you and then you decide to show up at the event and manage to make eye contact with him and get serenaded with his heart melting voice and now you stood on top of the thirty storey building roof top, looking out over the city of London.

“You were always one for views..” Your breath caught and you turned around to meet the eyes you fell in love with. Joe was standing there, with a guilty look on his face and his hands buried deeply in his pockets. You somehow managed to forget how to talk and your mind was so muddled you didn’t even know what to say if you could talk so you turned back to the view and closed your eyes. “It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” Joe asked while he moved towards you. “You look gorgeous tonight..” Joe whispered and you could feels his eyes burn into your skin as your cheeks heated up with a blush as you swallowed the lump in your throat and managed to build up the courage in you to ask. “Joe..Why have you been ignoring me?” You breathed out feeling your shoulders tense as he turned to look at you with sad puppy dog eyes. “(Y/N)..If I tell you..You’ll hate me. You’ll laugh in my face and walk away. You won’t want anything to do with me..And I can’t lose you..” He said quietly and you could hear his voice shake. You were fuming and your blood was boiling.

You instantly turned on your heels and frowned. “I’ll hate you!? Joseph Graham Sugg! For the last five weeks, you’ve been ignoring me! You’ve been ignoring my calls, texts, e-mails, tweets, messages, absolutely god damn everything! And you think if you don’t give me an explanation that I’ll hate you? No Joe. That’s not how it works. I’m absolutely furious! Your my best friend Joe! I was there for you when your goldfish died and I helped make a funeral for him when we were four. I was there when we tried to stay awake for Santa Claus when we we’re seven. I was there for you when you let your stick insects escape and I helped you try and find them! You helped me learn to ride my bike! You helped me with my maths homework! You showed me how to be more confident in myself! I’ve been there for you for everything Joe! And you’ve always been there for me up until five weeks ago when you completely shut me out! You’ve made me feel terrible Joe! You’ve made me feel sh*t! And now your telling me that if you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me, then I’ll hate you?” You ranted out furiously, angrily letting your hands fly everywhere and every now and then hit Joe. You felt tears of frustration hit your eyes while your heart broke into pieces of jagged glass for at least the one hundredth time, you opened your mouth, about to continue when suddenly Joe cupped your cheeks and you could see that tears were flying down his cheeks.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so f*cking much. I couldn’t be around you because every time we were together, Jesus I was falling for you harder each second. I love how you always make me happy. I love how every time you laugh, your head always falls back and you’ve got the biggest smile on your face and your eyes crinkle. I love how you always laugh at horror films. I love how when someone compliments you, you always go pink and look down. You always say thank you but you never believe any of the compliments. Your so beautiful (y/n). You’ve got a heart of pure gold and you’ve made me fall for you. I’ve been ignoring you because every time I saw you, you made my heart do this..” Joe whispered quietly keeping his gaze directly with yours, he took your hand and placed it over his heart which made you gasp because you could feel how fast it was beating. It was beating insanely fast that you couldn’t even count the beats. “And every time I see you..I always have to stop myself from doing so many things..I want to be that guy that holds your hand when you go for walks. I want to be that guy to hold all your shopping bags and wait endless hours in a cramped dressing room area and wait for you to try on clothes after clothes. I want to be that guy you come crying to when your angry or sad. I want to be that guy to watch you walk down the aisle one day and I want to watch you walk up the aisle and I want to be that lucky guy, that gets to change your last name and make you mine by saying I do..don’t you see (y/n)? It’s all about you..It’s always been all about you..I want to show you off to my friends and call you my girl and I want to have a family with you..I’m in love with you (Y/N)..I love you so much..So much so that it would kill me to see you with someone else..“Joe whispered as tears flooded down both of your cheeks.

You didn’t know what to say. You were stuck in your own little world, lost within your thoughts. He loved you. Joe Sugg is in love with you. You’ve been dreaming of this and waiting for this moment practically forever and now it was all coming true. You couldn’t control your rapidly beating heart and the dizziness that overwhelmed you until suddenly a pair of warm, lips pushed against yours. You kept your hand over Joes heart while your other hand moved over Joes hands that were holding your cheeks. Joe managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you both were kissing. Craving one another’s touch and getting lost within the magical kiss. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and it felt so amazing, so perfect. You felt like you were floating away into your dream but this was your dream. When you both pulled back, you looked up to Joes eyes and smiled. “Joe Sugg..You may have been ignoring me for the last few weeks and you may have really angered me but I’ve got a secret..” You whispered quietly looking up to his blue eyes deeply and pushed a strand of his hair away from his face and smiled widely up to him and intertwined your fingers with his. “I love you too..”

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Here’s part three which is the ending of this imagine! I hope you enjoyed reading this imagine as much as I really loved writing it! I have another Joe imagine that’s a four part imagine and ready to post and is completed! If you’d like me to post it then I’d have no problem posting it! I also have many more imagines to come if you’d like them! Don’t be afraid to message me and tell me! Thank you so much for your lovely comments! It seriously means the world to me that you all enjoy my writing! All of your messages put a massive smile on my face! So thank you, thank you so so so much! Lots and lots of love! Xxx

p.s If you’ve got any ideas, don’t be afraid to send them in and I could always try my best to write them! All the love xxx
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Come Home Jason


Barbara’s head feels fuzzy as she starts to regain consciousness. She is startled when she sees the Arkham Knight standing in the corner of the room, who has been waiting for her to come back around.

“Glad you could join me, are you hurt?” He makes his way over to her as she is strapped to her wheelchair.

“You don’t scare me.” She doesn’t answer his question.

“No, no, no I’m not here to scare you, I’m not even here to hurt you. I wouldn’t lay a finger on you, Barbara.” He stops and sinks to his knees looking up at her face.

“Then why are you keeping me here?” She questions him, he simply turns his head to the side.

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Wild Moccasins: Emergency Broadcast

“I had an epiphany one day. I was listening to Gwen Stefani’s song ‘What You Waiting For,’ and it spurred this epiphany that I was the one stopping myself from doing so much just because other people didn’t take me seriously.” —Zahira Gutierrez, singer/songwriter/keyboard player for Wild Moccasins

Watch their new video, “Emergency Broadcast,” here.

Time (Part 1)

Selena’s POV:

Kayla you need to call your father and organize what’s happening on Christmas day with him” I stated as I wiped down the bench from dinner as she sat across from me on her phone.

“Isn’t that your job?” she snapped in return before pushing herself out of her chair and stomping up to her room. I sighed as I placed my hands on the bench top as I dropped my head and let out a loud sigh. 

Before I had the chance to try and relax myself I heard a bang and piercing screams from the staircase. As a mother you learn what your childs’ cry sounds like when they’re desperately hurt and this was one of them. As I turned the corner I found my six year old in a heap at the bottom of the stairs as he clutched onto his forehead and cried.

“What happened baby?” I questioned as I knelt down next to him and gently placed my hands over his as he continued to scream.

“Kayla knocked me down” he cried as I sighed to myself and tried to pry his hands apart. “Don’t touch it” he cried as his hands started to shake and I could tell he was going into shock.

"I’m not going to touch it baby, I just want to have a look” I soothed, gently rubbing his back as I guided his hands down from his head to see a large gash on his hairline. 

“Is it bad?” he questioned up at me as his tears fell off of his chin and onto his shirt.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before forcing a smile. There was no worse feeling than when your child was hurt. “Nothing that can’t be fixed honey” I assured him before sweeping down and lifting him off the ground. “You’re getting to old for this” I tried to joke as his sobs were beginning to quieten.

“Not funny” he chocked back as I set him down on one of the stools at the bench. 

I grabbed an ice bag from the freezer and placed it inside a clean tea towel as I picked up my phone and gently held it against Will’s head. “Hold that there baby” I said as I scanned through my phone until I found my Mum’s number. I placed a kiss on the side of his head as I made my way up the stairs to grab shoes for myself and Will.

“Hey sweetheart” my Mum’s cherry voice answered.

“Hey Ma, can you come watch the kids please? Kayla knocked Will down the stairs and he’s split his head open” I stated which caused her to gasp.

“Sure baby, I’ll be right there” she replied quickly as I grabbed Will’s jacket and his slippers.

“Thank you” I sighed in reply as I headed to my room, stopping at Kayla’s on the way. “I do not have time to argue with you right now so we will discuss a punishment later. Grandma is on her way and you are to look after your sister until she gets here. Got it?” I questioned and her mouth dropped open.

“But I’m supposed to be going out” she complained.

“You just split you brothers head open Kayla! You aren’t going anywhere” I ragged and she slumped back into her bed. I quickly headed down to Scarlet’s room and knocked gently before going in. “Hey sweetie, I have to take your brother to the hospital. Grandma is on her way so please be good” I stated quickly and she nodded her head.

“I love you” she called as I left and I quickly said a love you back as I ran down the stairs.

“How’s my wee man doing?” I questioned as I slipped his slippers onto his feet before looking up to see his tears mixing with snot. 

“Sore” he cried.

“Awh, baby” I sighed as I grabbed some tissues and gently wiped his nose before hoisting him up onto my hip and taking him out to the car. “Watch your head sweetie” I soothed as I manouvered him into his car seat. I made sure everything was tightly buckled before getting into the drivers side and backing out.

I dialled Justin’s number as I plugged my phone into my hands free and he quickly answered with an arrogant “What?”

“Kayla pushed WIll down the stairs and he split his head open. I’m taking him to the hospital now; I just thought you’d want to know” I replied in exasperation.

“Is he okay?” he questioned immediately.

“He’s sore" 

"Was he knocked out?” he questioned and the questions were doing my head in.

“I don’t know Justin okay? I have two other kids at home that I have to deal with as well alright? I haven’t had the opportunity to ask those questions” I fired back which only made WIll cry more. I reached my hand back and rested it on his knee gently as I shot him an apologetic look “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to yell”

“Sorry buddy” Justin added as I sighed again. “I’ll meet you there” he stated before hanging up.

“We’re almost there sweetie” I said as I felt him hold onto my hand with one of his.

“It hurts really bad Mummy” he cried as I finally pulled into a park.

“I know it does honey” I replied sympathetically as I quickly hopped out of the car and pulled him onto my hip before quickly making my way into the hospital and over to the receptions.

“Hi there, how can I help” The receptionist questioned as she smiled at me.

“This little guy cracked his head open” I said as Will rested his head on my shoulder and let the tea towel fall across his face.

“Can I have a look sweetie?” she questioned and he shook his head.

“COme on baby, show the lady your head” I encouraged but he shook his head adamantly.

“It’s okay” she replied with a small smile obviously having dealt with these situations before. “What was the name there?” she questioned as she tapped away on her key board.

“William Bieber” I stated and she typed it in before reading our address out to which I nodded. 

“Is he allergic to any medication?” she questioned and I shook my head. “Was he knocked unconscious?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t think so” I replied hesitantly and she nodded her head.

“How did it happen?” she questioned as she went through and filled out the file.

“He got knocked down the stairs” I replied as I gently swayed from side to side as his weight was getting really heavy.

“And how many stairs did he fall down?”

“Where were you standing on the stairs baby?” I questioned as I looked down at him.

“Halfway kind of” he replied and I turned back to the receptionist.

“Eight or nine, I’d say” I replied and she nodded her head.

“Take a seat and I will get the next available Doctor to come and see you” she smiled and I nodded my head trying to find a seat.

“Can I take the ice off?” he asked quietly as he sniffled against my shirt and I shook my head.

“You gotta leave it on Will” I replied as I took a seat with him on my lap.

Justin’s POV:

I jogged into the reception area and before I could say anything the receptionist pointed over to the far corner where I found Will curled up in Selena’s lap as she gently rocked him back and forth.

“Hey” I said as I quickly acknowledged Selena before taking a seat and turning my attention to Will. “How’s your head lil man?” I questioned as he peered out at me from Selena’s shirt.

“Sore” he replied simply which made me chuckle a little.

“We’ll get you all fixed up and you’ll be running around again in no time” I assured him as I looked down at his shirt to see it covered in blood.

It fell silent between Selena and I before she let out a small sigh, “What are we going to do with her?” she whispered to me quietly and I shook my head gently.

“I have no idea but it needs to be reinforced by the both of us” I stated and she nodded her head.

“It’s a bit hard to do that though isn’t it” she stated sarcastically.

I was about to bite back but stopped myself from doing so since Will complained he was feeling sick. I quickly dived across the couch to grab the rubbish bin and got it beneath him just in time for him to be sick in it.

“William Bieber” the Doctor called out and I stood up and grabbed Will out of Selena’s lap before following the doctor with Selena closely following.

“What have we got here?” the Doctor questioned as Selena took a seat and I sat on the bed with Will on my knee.

“He got knocked down about eight stairs and split his head open. I don’t think he went unconscious” Selena trailed off as the Doctor nodded and pulled out a small torch.

“How about we get Dad to take that off of your head?” he questioned and I gently placed my hand on top of the ice pack as Will let his drop.

“Don’t touch it” Will pleaded and the Doctor nodded.

“I won’t. Promise” he stated as he got a look of the gash across his head before nodding at me to put the towel and ice pack back on it. “Follow my finger” he stated as he shined the light in his eyes and moved his finger in all directions before he clicked it off and wrote some stuff down. “Where are you sore?" 

"My head” Will replied quietly as he leaned into my chest.

“Just your head?” the doctor questioned and Will simply nodded in return which caused him to turn around and face Selena. “He has a concussion by the looks, sore head, vomiting, he seems a bit fatigued and is pupils are sensitive to the light so you will need to keep a close eye on him. Wake him every quater hour for the first two hours, every half hour for the following two and then hourly. Ask him some simple questions like where he is and his name and when he was born and if anything gets worse or he doesn’t wake up then call an ambulance immediately” he stated as Selena gently nodded her head.

“Medication?” she questioned as the Doctor quickly took a seat at his desk.

“I will prescribe some pain relief and that should do the trick. Also it is your lucky day because it looks like there won’t be any stitches. We should be able to glue it as it’s right on the hairline” he informed us and I sighed in relief. The last thing I wanted to do was hold him down while a nurse stitched up the side of his head. “Here is your prescription and I will send a nurse in to bandage him up” he smiled as he handed Selena the prescription.

“Thank you” Selena said as she shook his hand and he nodded before turning to Will.

“You get better eh buddy” he smiled and Will gently nodded his head.

“What do you say?” I reminded him and he whispered a small thank you to the Doctor who gave a small smile before leaving.

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“I wanna go to Daddy’s” Will said quietly as I walked them over to Selena’s car.

“It’s my week next week buddy. You can spend the whole week at my place” I informed him but he shook his head.

“I don’t wanna be with Kayla” he cried which caused Selena to sigh and look down. 

I gently brushed hhis hair that wasn’t bandaged out of his face as I looked at Selena. “I think Mummy and Daddy need to talk to Kayla so if it’s okay with Mum, I may stay in the spare room and you can sleep in there with me” I reasoned as Selena offered a small nod. “Okay, I’ll see you at home” I replied as I gave him a kiss and jogged over to my car.

This is the new short story and you’re probably looking at between 5 and 10 parts. If this has 25 notes by the time I wake up I will also post a one shot for you tomorrow and I’m posting WOS on the 1st at this stage. Please leave me some feedback on whether or not you want it to be continued!