take a step back and let me cry

anonymous asked:

I agree with you fuck her lil white girl tears. If it was me i wouldnt be crying tears of joy id be pissed i disrespected any woman thats stepped foot in that ring by letting a man win for me. Plus isnt this the same person that trashed nikki for attaching herself to a man to "further her career"? Then turns around and does the same thing?? Girl by take your thugged out white girl ass back to jersey and take the turtle with you

True shit!

  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
Stood Up

As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!

Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead

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Requested by: anonymous.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”

You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.

Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful. 

Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.

When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead. 

It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.

“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N… it’s about Archie…” 

You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.

You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze. 

“What?”

“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”

Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?

“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him. 

“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”

You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.

“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.

“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.

“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.

“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.

Archie stared desperately at you. 

“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. 

“Wha- why?”

“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes. 

“Y-Y/N… I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.” 

You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” 

Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.

“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered;  “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”


Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.

Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.

When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”


There ya guys go! Part 3?

Terminal Love

Summary: You accidentally run into a stranger at the airport and he turns out to be wonderful company. Not just wonderful company – he’s your soulmate, this lovely Park Chanyeol. The universe has matched you two together, and you’re more than happy to go along with it. But what happens when your soulmate believes someone else is his soulmate?

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

Genre: Soulmate AU, humor, fluff, smol angst

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Word Count: 1510

[Mini Masterlist]

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Your inner monologue is one long stream of cursing as you hurry down the terminal towards your gate which is worryingly empty. The passengers have already boarded the plane and it’s going to take off any minute now – without you on it.

Everything had been going wrong today, from your Uber getting a punctured tire to the TSA confiscating your expensive shampoo to the blisters forming on your feet from your flats as you run to catch your flight. Your boss always does this, spring last-minute meetings on you that you have to fly to, and you’re seriously considering either quitting or demanding compensation for the hypertension meds you’re going to have to invest in now. Does your insurance cover that?

And just as you’re thinking of your boss, your phone rings from deep within your purse. You can’t even ignore the call because it might be him. Fucking shit.

Without slowing down, you rifle through your bag – past lipstick tubes, gum, pens, half a first-aid kit, an overstuffed wallet – until your fingers close around the cool metal of your cell phone, and you tug it free, about to answer when—

Thud. Something large body checks you from out of nowhere, and you’re knocked to the ground in a blur of flailing limbs, your phone flying out of your hands. Whoomp. The dirty ground is suddenly pressed against you, the breath is knocked out of you, and before you can even process what happened, wide brown eyes are in your face.

“Oh god, are you okay?” a deep voice, so deep you can feel the vibrations in your bones, frets. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you!” Then you’re being peeled off the floor and onto your feet, and you find yourself at eye level with a man’s chest. God, this guy is tall – but besides your exacerbated stress from being essentially bulldozed, you’re not concerned with him. No, what matters most to you right now is –

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Always You //  Ashton Irwin

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Requested: Yes

A/N: First, some warnings. 1) This was written in a delirious state at 1:30 am and an annoyed state in the day following 2) I have no idea, what I’ve done. It’s probably shit. I’m so sorry. 3) I think I’ve used “oddly” an “rather” more than I should have 4) I call Luke a bread stick…. Now that, that’s out of the way… Enjoy, I guess? I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I tried my best. I think it’s a little but different from the request, just a teeny bit. My best friend proof read this for me (thanks I would die without you). If there are more typos, then apologies. It’s not my best work. Anyway, have a great day/night! xx




The five of you had arrived at the venue two hours or so prior to the show. You had arrived at the hotel you were staying at a couple of hours ago, giving the boys just enough time to relax before their performance. You were now in the dressing room, playing FIFA.

You were squished in between Luke and Ashton on the couch while Calum and Michael sat at the foot of it. You and Michel were currently engrossed in a very intense match of FIFA. The two of you had your eyes glued to the screen, hands occupied by the controller.

“You’re never going to win Y/N. Just give up and save yourself the humiliation,” Michael taunted, controlling his player expertly.

You scowled at the back of his head, before turning your attention back to the screen, pressing buttons to guide your players. You’d played with the boys before. You weren’t half bad at the game. But you were yet to beat Michael- the dude was like the king of the game.

Both of you were fully devoted to the game, but with the press of buttons and experience from over the years, Michael had scored the winning goal.

“No!” You whined, tossing the controller on the floor as you cuddled into your best friend’s side. “I know you rigged the game.”

Your friends laughed at your antics. You grabbed a handful of pop corn and chucked them at Michael. Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Aww, don’t be such a sour loser.”

You playfully punched him in the torso before nuzzling closer into him, unaware of your boyfriend frowning on the other side of you.

Now Ashton’s never had a problem with your relationship and physical affection with the other boys. He didn’t mind the affection you showered them with. He didn’t mind the occasional hugs and cuddles you gave the boys when one of them had had a rough day. But recently, your physical interactions with Luke had bugged him more than it should. He felt oddly ignored and insecure during moments like these, when you chose to curl up into Luke rather than him. He shouldn’t feel this jealous, this angry. You were his girlfriend. Not Luke’s. You loved him. Not Luke… Right? You guys were just best friends… Right?

Your giggles at something Luke had said pulled him out of his reverie. Doubts were creeping into Ashton’s head, insecurities bubbling up. He got up, suddenly, causing you all to look up at him. He looked rather grim, the smile on his face a minute ago- not there.

“You alright, Ash?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He nodded distractedly, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed to the door. “I’m going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want me to come along?” You asked, siting up, peering at his disappearing figure.

“Uh, no. I’ll be alright. Stay with the guys if you want to.”

“Alright,” you answered, shrugging off his changed mood as pre-show nerves.

Half of him wanted to be left alone for a while, but the other half of him wanted you to come along. But as Ashton went out and stood at the door to put on his hoodie, he heard you laugh at a stupid joke Luke had cracked and he was off, biting his lips in sadness and frustration.


Ashton’s short walk had turned into a long one around the venue. He had stopped by to click some pictures with the fans that had found him and had lay in the soft grass for some while before finally deciding to return. He was in a slightly better mood. He was heading to the dressing room to get ready since soundcheck was only in a bit. Calum and Michael passed him as he walked towards the room asking him to “hurry the fuck up” and he sped up.

The door of the room was open a creak, light from the hallway slipping in too. As Ashton reached the room, he stopped when he heard voices. He peeked in through the sliver. He didn’t know what to feel as he saw you and Luke standing very, very close together before you moved away, smiling. With the seeds of doubt already planted in his head, he assumed the worst. Should he feel hurt? Angry? Both? He moved away from the door when tears pooled in his eyes but he wiped them before they could drip down his cheeks.

He slammed the door open, glaring at the two of you before yanking his hoodie off. He walked past the two of you, ignoring your questions as to where he had been. He pulled off his shirt and put on a slightly less warmer tank top.

You stepped closer to him, standing on your tip toes to give him a peck. Though right when your lips were about to touch his, he turned away and your puckered flesh met his cheeks. You frowned, confused. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he turned to Luke and rather hatefully spat out- “We’re getting late.” And then he was gone.

Through out the show Ashton had been very aggressive. He broke his drum once and his drumsticks twice. He also hadn’t conversed with the fans as much as he usually did. Every smile you’d sent his way through the side of the stage where you weren’t visible was returned with a scowl or a glare.

When the show and the meet and greet was over and the guys were heading to freshen up, you tried to block Ashton’s path. “Hey, whats wrong seriously?”

“Move Y/N. I’m really sweaty. I need a shower.” He said, not looking at you.

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” you answered.

“Y/N…” He warned.

“What’s wrong?” You repeated adamantly.

Rather unexpectedly, Ashton burst out. “Y/N, I said move. Stop annoying the crap out of me.”

You stepped back, surprised by his outburst. His yell earned the two of you looks from the crew and the others. Ashton sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked and came out raspy,”Let me just go, Y/N.”

Hearing the waver in voice, you immediately stepped aside, letting him pass. You looked at him as he weaved his way through the crowd of people backstage, wondering all the while what had gone wrong. What had you done? What had you done that you made him cry?


You guy were sitting in Calum’s room having dinner out of take out boxes when you were back from the venue, the work for the day done. Despite the conversations Luke, Calum and Michael made, an awkward silence hung in the room. Michael kept sneaking glances, eyes flitting between you and Ashton. Finally, curiosity got the better of him and he spoke up. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

Ashton looked up at him from his box.”What?”

“What?” Calum snickered tauntingly. “What as in why aren’t you both all over each other? You’re literally on top of each other after shows. I don’t know how you do it, he’s so fucking sweaty.”

“Well, I assumed she’d rather enjoy some time with other people,” Ashton sneered.

You turned to him, eyebrows drawing into a scowl. “What do you mean I’d en-”

“I’m going to bed,” he cut you off, shutting his box and placing it back on the table, food still unfinished. He got up to leave.

“No, you’re not,” you said. Your eyes followed his moments, as he shuffled around, grabbing his jacket, his phone and his room key. You got up from your seat as well “Ashton, stop being so fucking cryptic. Just spit it out!”

Ignoring you, yet again, he walked out slamming the door at your face. You gritted your teeth, eyes burning as tears filled your eyes this time.

“Uh… Did something happen between you two?” Luke asked.

You turned to him, glaring. “I don’t know, Luke. Does it look like something’s happened?” You hissed, sarcastically.

Luke cowered back, shooting you an apologetic look.

You sighed, muttering a sorry. You began to pace by the door, lips drawn between your teeth and panic flooding through your system.

“Did I do something wrong you guys?” You asked worriedly, running your hands through your. “Did I say something? Why is he so pissed off at me? Is he going to bre-”

“For the love of god, Y/N, can you please breathe for a minute?” Luke said, coming to stand beside you. He put his hands on your shoulders giving you a shake before he continued. “Go talk to him. That’s it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, he’s ignoring me.” You pointed out the obvious. “He won’t listen to me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Then force him to talk. Listen, if he doesn’t talk to you we’ll talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Michael piped in. “And if that doesn’t work we’ll take you to a relationship therapist.”

Calum made a face at Michael, before turning to you. “We won’t because it won’t come to it. Just go talk to him. You’ve talked through your problems before.”

“Right. Yes, I can do this.” You repeated, sucking in a breath before letting it out.

Luke gave your shoulders a squeeze as you walked out towards the room you were supposed to share with Ashton. The door of the other room shut behind you.

You were oddly nervous. Sure, you had had your fair shares of arguments with him but he’d never been this mad at you. You’d never made him cry.

You knocked on the door of the room twice, eyes focused on the carpeted hallway. “Ashton? Open up, please.” You said, softly knowing that he was listening.

He didn’t reply. Neither did he come to unlock the door, despite all the moving you could hear him doing inside. “Ash, babe, please.”

Still nothing.

“You know I’m sharing a room with you any way, so you have to let me in anyway.”

You heard the lock turn, and his face popped into view. “Really? Because I thought you’d rather sleep with Luke.”

You frowned. “Why would I want to sleep with Luke?”

“I don’t know. You had no problem kissing him today.”

Your jaw went slack and a look of pure confusion overtook your face. “What the fuck are you on about? When did I kiss Luke?”

He was about to shut the door again, but you put your foot in between, wincing at the pressure. He was shutting you out again, quite literally as well as emotionally. You pushed on the door, slipping in and past him.

“No, we are talking about this.” You said, enunciating each word. You slammed the door behind you, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

“There’s nothing to-”

“Cut the shit Ashton!” You yelled, frustratedly. “You’re literally accusing me of cheating! That too with Luke! Your band mate!”

“Well didn’t you?” He screamed right back. His eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw was gritted and hands clenched into fists.

“When the hell did you see me kissing him? Because I clearly don’t remember doing so, ever. So if you can jog my memory it would be really helpful.” You spat, moving inside.

Ashton followed you. “I saw you… And him. In the dressing room. You were standing so cl- close to him and you were smiling. And-”

You scoffed. “And you assumed I cheated on you with one of your best friends. That’s what you think of me, Ashton? That’s what you think of your girlfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?” Ashton whimpered. When you looked up at him his orbs were filled with tears again. He plopped on the bed, dropping his head into his palms. “I mean you’re always so close with him. You’re always with him.”

“Ash-”

“No. Please, let me finish,” he sniffed, wiping the tears that had spilled. “You always choose to be with him. You choose to sit next to him even when I’m there. You choose to cuddle into him, you choose to joke around with him, you choose to make fun of him. Not me. You choose to talk to him when you’re upset. You choose to go have fun with him. Not me. It’s like you- It’s like you choose to love him. And not me. Not me.”

By now Ashton was sobbing, and tears were rolling down your cheeks too.

“But- I don’t blame you. You’ve known him your entire life. He’s talented- plays mean tunes on that guitar. he’s good looking. He’s charming. He’s everything I am not and more. Maybe I’m just not enough to deserve you. Maybe I’m not as good to deserve your love. Maybe I was stupid enough to try in the first place. Maybe I am not good enough.

You shook your head, sitting beside him, the mattress bending under your weight as you sat down. You reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away. So you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “No. No. You listen to me, alright? Listen to me carefully, okay?”

You pressed your lips to the side of his forehead, holding his shaking body as close as you could. You moved your face closer to his ear. “I love you. I fucking love you. No, I didn’t kiss Luke. I can’t ever kiss anyone ever, but you. I will only ever want to kiss you. I only want to feel your lips against mine, okay? And I will never in a million years leave you, or stop loving you. And you deserve me. You probably deserve better than me. Not someone who doesn’t give you attention. But I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you. I will always want to cuddle you, or laugh with you or have the time of my life with you. And I will be selfish, because although you deserve better, I want you all to myself.”

You grabbed his face in your palms, turning it towards you. You looked into his green eyes, red and glazed. “And I love you more than any thing in this whole damn world. I love you because you make feel more wanted than anyone ever has and ever could. I love you because you put the stars in my fucking sky. I love you because you look at me and all I see is love.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you because you listen to me ramble about the most boring things.” You kissed his left cheek. “I love you because you laugh at all my bad jokes.” A peck on his right cheek. “I love you because you let me steal all your shirts and hoodies.” On his nose. “I love you because you let me play your drums and you play them better than anyone ever can. And I love that.” On the corner of his lips. “I love you because you hold me like we’r in our own world, like everything will always be okay.” On the other corner of his lips. “I love you because you’re Ashton Fletcher Irwin and I wouldn’t ever want to love anyone else.”

You pressed your lips against his softly. At first he didn’t move- the two of you felt everything, every crease, every torn skin of your lip brushing against the other’s. And then he turned his body to face you completely, a hand grabbing your waist while the other went into your hair. His eyes were closed, forehead still against yours ass he pushed you into the mattress. “You love me, right? Not Luke?”

“Not Luke, that dude looks like a fucking bread stick.” You smiled, fingers grazing his jaw, up and down. “Only you. Always you.”

Ashton giggled and then asked. “You never kissed him?”

You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Never had and never will. No one but you.”

He moved his face, lips brushing lightly against yours. “And you’ll always love me?”

“Always and forever.” You answered.

“You promise?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Yes, you adorable noob. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Meeting Zalfie || Joe Sugg Imagine

“Love you ready to travel down to meet my family?” Joe says trapping me in his arms, kissing the side of my head softly.

“I’m never going to be ready,” I mumble, attempting to break away from his grasp, but Joe being Joe, he doesn’t let me instead squeezing me into his chest tighter.

“It’s all going to be perfect,” He whispers kissing my cheek, letting me go and walking to his room grabbing our bags and taking them down to his car. Joe was going to drive us down to Brighton so that I could meet his sister, Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie We were going to be staying with Zoë for a few days. I had been so nervous to meet his family, fear of rejection plaguing my thoughts.

“I’m leaving with or without you so I suggest you get you cute little ass down here and come meet my family with me,” Joe yells into his apartment, I chuckle softly putting my phone into my pocket making my way out of his apartment locking the door. I follow Joe, he opens the car door for me. I grin up at him and stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step into the car and sit down. Joe makes his way into the car and we begin our journey to the Zalfie household.

“Are you stressed about today?” Joe asks I jump slightly, we had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I nod my head slowly, “Yeah, a little, but its normal, I think,” I trail off giggling softly, Joe brings a joined hands up to his face. He presses his lips to the back of my hand softly. I feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around, goes insane. A wave of emotion hits me like a truck.

“Hey Joe,” I say softly after a few more minutes of quiet driving, He hums in response, “I love you.” We hadn’t said that we loved each other yet, we just knew.

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of him before he realizes what I’ve said. He looks over at me grinning widely, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He continues to smile and lean towards the steering wheel a shy smile gracing his features. He looks back to me, “I love you too,” is all he says, we go back to sitting in silence, my hand still held tightly in his.

A few hours later we arrive at the Zalfie household the nerves build back up, but I bury them when I see the excitement evident on my gorgeous boyfriend’s face. I watch as he eagerly makes his way around to me taking my face into his hands kissing me softly, I grin into our kiss knowing what it meant.

“Are you guys just going to make out in my front yard or are you going to come inside and say hello?” I jump away from Joe, blushing when I realize that it was Zoe.

“Wow Zo, Killing my game much,” Joe chuckles making his way over to his sister embracing her. I slowly make my way over to where the two are stood, I wrap my arms around my waist not knowing what to do with myself. Joe pulls away from Zoe, and takes a step towards me taking my hand in his, he always seems to know what to do when I need him to something.

“Hello Y/N, it’s nice to finally get to meet you, I’m sure you’re aware that I’ve heard of you,” She giggles softly, “Please come inside make yourself right at home.” she says opening the door for me to step through, I look back at Joe watching as he nods “I’ll be in soon love, just need to get our bags,” I look back to Zoe smiling and following her inside, once we’re inside her living room, she takes me into her arms making me laugh slightly, “Thank you,” she whispers into my ear.

“For what?” I finally use my voice.

“You make my brother so happy, I’m so glad that you both found each other,” She lets go of me tears gathered in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” I say panic evident on my face, she laughs softly.

“You’re as bad with emotions as Joe is,” She smiles over at me.

“You’d be surprised on how romantic your brother is, well normally, I was the first to say I loved him, which was in the car on the way here,” I nervously babble out.

“Wait you guys said that you loved each other for the first time today?” She asks staring at me with her mouth open.

“Uh,” I trail off, “Yeah?”

She bursts out laughing. “You guys are so cute, Hey Alf come here!” She calls out to Alfie.

I see a tall man make his way into the room that Zoe had led me into. “Hello, I’m Alfie, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N,” Alfie says hugging me.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say stepping back from the couple, Joe make is way into the room, and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

“I love you,” He whispers kissing my cheek, making my blush a deep red.

“So Y/N I feel like as your future sister in law I’m legally obligated to tell you embarrassing stories about Joe,” Zoe says laughing when Joe groans burying his face in my neck. I laugh and nod my head, “Please do, Then I can tell you stories of our relationship,” I wink at her.

“Oh my God, Yes!” She takes my hand in hers and drags me away from the boys, “Come with me,”

I giggle following her into her second living room, we sit on the floor and that’s where we sit swapping stories for hours, eventually, our girl talk being crashed by our respective boyfriends.

“So do the fans know yet?” Alfie asks. Joe nods his head, “She basically lives at my housemate, if they didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to vlog,” He chuckles kissing the side of my head quickly.

“We’ve known about you for ages Y/N/N, Joseph hasn’t been hiding you from us, Alfie is just trying to figure out the rules for videos,” Zoe says laughing.

“Yeah this kid doesn’t shut up about you, like ever,” Alfie laughs at Joe’s obvious embarrassment. I spin my head to the man that’s sitting next to me, I raise an eyebrow, he looks down to his jeans, “Like what?” I direct the question to Alfie seeing how red I can get my boyfriend’s cheeks. I watch as his eyes snap up to Alfie and widen, the red on his cheeks becomes more apparent. Alfie, Zoe and I all burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell her mate,” Joe warns, challenging Alfie with his eyes.

“Why not buddy? I’m sure Zoe and Y/N would love to hear that story,” Alfie laughs. I turn my gaze away from my Boyfriend and place my eyes on Alfie.

“Okay, now you actually have to tell me,” I say concern flashing over my face, Zoe’s face is locked on Joe’s, “What happened?” I glance over each face.

“Mate, I’m going to have to tell her,” Alfie says, worry clear in his eyes.

“I’m right here, I can hear you,” I feel anxiety bubble in my chest.

“Fine, but if she breaks up with me I’m going to beat your ass,” Joe mumbles laying his body down. Joe wraps his arms around my waist, calming me down. He loves me.

“Okay so before you guys got together Joe, Marcus and myself went away, and during them few days, he wouldn’t shut up about this girl that he had met, Y/N, but the thing is is that he thought that you were into Caspar,” Alfie says, I laugh softly.

“That’s really all that you didn’t want me to know?” I look down at my boyfriend who shakes his head ‘no’, I bite my lip.

“I didn’t want him to tell you, how he helped me plan our first date, but since we’re on the topic of things I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t say 'i love you’ first because I still think you’re joking about being into me,” He says standing up and walking out of the room. My mouth falls open, tears prick my eyes.

“Uh, I’ll go talk to him,” I mumble following him up to the guest bedroom.

“Joe? What was that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms are bracing him against the wall.

“Please just pretend you don’t know how insecure I am,” He mutters spinning around to face me.

“I love you, insecurities and all,” I say standing on my tip toes to kiss him, “Now please have a good time, and relax a little, I like knowing all the little things about you,” I wink.

Instead of saying anything he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is sweet and innocent. We are hopelessly in love. I pull away from him and hold his face in mine, “By the way you’re way hotter than Caspar,” I wink making my way down the stairs back to where Zoe and Alfie are sat. I smile at them subtly letting them know that he was alright, “He’s okay,”

I watch as the two look to each other and back up to me, “What?”

“He loves you a lot, but I’ve never seen him be so un-Joe-like before, He’s a completely different person,” Zoe says, a small frown gracing her features. I feel the anxiety bubble in my chest again, “Is that a bad thing?”

Her eyes speak the words she’s too afraid to say, “Oh,” is all I say, picking up my phone from her coffee table, “I’ll be back soon, I’m just going for a walk,” I exit the house before she or Alfie can stop me.

I turn my phone off when I can no longer see the house, tears well up in my eyes. I let my feet take me in any direction they choose and before I know it I’m at the sea, I take a deep breath. The smell and sound of the ocean are so calming to me. I take a step onto the beach and sit on the stones. I feel the tears begin to fall, I lay my back down on the stones and think about Zoë, is she right? had I changed Joe? I’m a bad person, I don’t deserve him. I lay there for a while longer with my eyes closed. I open them after I had finished crying and sit up when I notice that it’s dark out.

“Well fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I turn my phone back on and notice that I have fifteen missed calls from Joe. I hear the sound of steps on the stones.

“I wish you hadn’t of left you know?” I here Zoe’s voice say, “You sent my brother into quite the anxiety attack.” I glance up at her and back to the sea in front of me.

“I-i,” I attempt to talk but Zoe cuts me off.

“I really like you, I love you and Joe, But it’s weird seeing him so in love,” She says sitting down next to me, “I told him that you’d be here, I can tell that it’s your safe place as well as mine, but that boy was far too upset to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Is all I say.

“He loves you so much. I’m sorry if I said something that offended you, but all I meant by it was that you are both acting ways too grown up for your age, Hell you’re what? 22? Joes 25. You guys are both already better adults than I am,” She laughs making me laugh, “But please just try and have fun, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone,” I nod my head.

“He’s my other person,” I say shrugging, “Have you met your brother? I don’t think that he’s mature at all,” I chuckle.

“You ready to come home now?” Zoe asks standing up, holding her hand out for me to take, “I drove so we won’t freeze getting home.”

I smile and take her hand standing up. I hug her, “Thank you Zo,” We make our way to her car and back to her house.

Joe is stood out the front, worry evident on his face. I step out of the car and make my way over to Joe,  "Why did you leave?“ He asks pulling me into his chest.

"I just wanted to go for a walk,” is all I say, not wanting him to feel like I don’t like Zoe. I lean up to kiss him softly, “I’m okay,”

“You turned your phone off,” He pouts, I look around and notice that Zoe has gone inside to Alfie.

“I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s go inside and do something with your sister that doesn’t involve either of us walking off,” I chuckle taking his hand, pulling him inside after me.

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13

Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Hella Angst. 

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.

Title: It’s All Too Much. 

MASTERLIST 

After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.

“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.

Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.

“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.

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Right hand... queen?

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Or the right hand woman and Simon and a few other men were out on scouting or whatever and a random group attacked them. Simon and her got beat up pretty badly but they managed to get the other group on it’s knees and take them back to Negan (or call him there,I dunno really it’s up to you). And of course a protective Negan we see,angrily addressing the enemy group (and may or may not using Lucille on them) for hurting his man and his precious right hand woman <3
I believe it was your request @wafflii ?! ^^“ I’ve finally caught up a little bit and I got a bit carried away *cough* so I hope you like it!

Warning: violence, blood, cursing, well pretty normal for TWD, I guess. Also Simon being a cute ass and Negan being protective.



It was supposed to be a completely normal run. A scout had found this abandoned gas station a couple of days ago and since the windows and everything were still intact, you felt like some lucky devils.
You were sitting next to Simon who was driving the truck. There was one big pick-up following you and in total you were six men and you, so a normal amount of people for a short trip.
“I hope we’ll be back by sunset“, Simon exclaimed.
You chuckled. “What, is there something waiting for you?“ You didn’t know if Simon had a crush on anyone, or if he even had a girl, yet most of them seemed to gravitate towards Negan.
Simon laughed out loud. “The lights of our little ride tend to stop working“, he corrected you. “But…“ He turned to look at you. “… why would you think about that? Would you be jealous?“ A huge grin appeared below his heavy mustache.
You quickly grabbed the wheel as the truck slowly lost its way on the road. “Gosh, eyes on the street!“
He laughed again, only this time he kept his eyes on you. “Damn you would!“
You glared daggers at him. “I said something not someone!“
He eyed you up and down and turned to look on the empty road again. “Pretty late for that explanation.“ The grin didn’t leave his face.
You knew he wouldn’t stop making fun of you for quite some time. This joke would last at least a week. But was it a joke? You shook your head.
The gas station appeared behind the next turn and just in the right time so you didn’t have to think about this anymore. You sighed. “Finally.“
Simon stopped the truck and hopped out. You followed him and fetched your gun. Three men stayed at the cars, just like Simon told them to in this prep talk earlier.
The gas station was small, but it seemed completely untouched. Simon was the first to look inside, you were completely concentrated on him and on the possible danger inside, that you didn’t realize the other people sneaking from behind you.
A scream made you turn around. Two of the men who watched the cars were lying on the floor, the other one was busy fighting off a stranger.
“What the…“, Simon started, but fell over holding his shoulder.
He got shot, what the fuck was going on? You wasted to time to guide him into the small building, he was wincing but crawled over anyway. You didn’t know how many people there were, but they surely outnumbered you. And they had guns. If it was one of the groups that provided you with supplies, they would be in a hell of a trouble then.
Your men were more or less reacting quickly but your gunfire wouldn’t last for long. More and more people were lying on the floor, dead or alive, you didn’t know. So you sorted out a plan and just ran for it.
One of the strangers seemed smaller than the others, presumably a woman, and she had her back turned towards you. She just fought off one of your men by the truck, when your grabbed her from behind and pressed your gun against her temple. “Drop it!“, you commanded and she let her knife fall to the ground, raising her hands.
You dragged her away from the cars so everybody could see her. “Now tell them to shut it!“
“STOP!“, she screamed and the noise stopped.
You were quite content with the outcome and took a moment to look at the other people. You didn’t know them, they looked like strays, badly equipped and dirty.
“Whe…“, you just started, but the girl smacked you hard with her elbow. Your wrist was going numb and you fell over. The gunfire started again and you saw her bending over to grab the gun, she just made you drop. You pulled out your knife with your bad hand, when she turned around to face you. Suddenly she stopped and looked at you in shock. Blood was dripping out of a small wound in her stomach.
You could see Simon coming towards you. He had ripped his shirt in two and one half of it was tightly knotted over his shoulder. He had shot her and you needed to get out of there but all you could see was his abs. Damn he was well built.
He smirked down at you before he turned around to take control of the situation. There was no way he had noticed you were checking him out,…. right?
Minutes later you drew the balance. Everyone of you was pretty wounded but in the end you got the remaining five of the other group on their knees. They lost four, you two.
A savior just tied the last mans hands together, when the guy jumped up and ran towards you. You noticed it too late, as you were busy checking the newly found supplies, and he rammed his head right into yours. Simon shot him mid action and again you were lying on the floor with a ringing in your ears. “What a stupid fucking day!“, you complained and pressed your palm on your pulsing eye.
“Get them into the back of the truck!“, Simon commanded and came running towards you. He knelt down and pulled your hand away.
He scrunched his face and hissed loudly through his teeth. “Uhh, that’s gonna be a black eye.“
You looked at him in disbelieve. He reached out to your cheek and stroke it surprisingly gentle. “You’re still beautiful, darling“, he said and only took you more aback.

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INTRUDER JUNGKOOK PART 2

Read part 1 here 

*not edited*

Warning: Smoking and violence.



You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.

“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”

At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.

“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.

You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.

“Watch your tongue, bitch.”

You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…

“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.

“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”

“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.

“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”

You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.


Until Jungkook comes.


You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.

If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.

You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.



You let out a silent cry.

You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.

“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.

“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.

He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.


The bartender shrugged.  “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”


He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.

“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.

Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.

Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard.
You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.

“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.

Jungkook.

It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.

You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.


Oh hell no.


You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you.  You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender  without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”

As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp. 

Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented,  but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.

“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”

Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.

“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”

Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”

Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”

You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.

“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.

You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”

Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.

“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”

Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”

Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”

You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy  up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.

Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”

You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.

He shook his head as he held on tighter.

“Never again.”



Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds. 

send me your love guys, im really exhausted. 

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much love, 

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I’ll Love You, Always (Part 2)

Story Summary: After finally realizing that you and Dean are a bad pair, you decide it’s time to leave him, Sam, and the bunker; to be with Cas.

A/N: This part is kind of like a flashback…just go with it lol <3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Language 

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1

Originally posted by charlie-bradcherry

It had happened all at once. It was never supposed to happen, nor did you think it was even possible. But just a few months ago, you felt a nauseating fluttering sensation in your stomach whenever you were around Castiel. It was a feeling that you hadn’t felt in years. At which point you realized, you were falling out of love with Dean.

But it wasn’t until just over a week ago that your new feelings really came to surface. At first you thought that you were just craving something new; you thought that you were just tired of all of the shit that Dean had put you through and that you just needed comfort.

You tried to turn to Sam, you did after all consider him your brother. He was your brother. You were always close with him, and you knew that he’d comfort you. And he did comfort you, but he also said that he didn’t want to get involved. So he left his opinion out of it.

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Enouement- 2

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 1157

AN: … I have never in my life had stronger feelings towards a coffee cup.

Master   Part 1

You had done all you could. You tried to tell yourself that there was nothing else to do, to convince yourself that this was all for the best. But no matter what your logic- or Steve or Sam or Nat- told you, there was a small part of you that was absolutely, unequivocally certain that you had failed. You told yourself it wasn’t your fault, that he was the one who broke your heart, but it didn’t matter. Nothing made it easier.

A soft knock at the door drew you from your self-pity and you pulled yourself out of the kitchen chair, answering it. Bucky looked down at you with a solemn expression when you opened the door. His eyes glittered with unshed tears and they were bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from lack of sleep and mouth turned down even as he tries to give you a weary smile.

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Just Once (Part 2) // SHAWN MENDES

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

The amount of tears I had shed since the day I walked out the front door of our shared home could fill the lake on the other side of town. I just couldn’t seem to stop. As much as I wanted to seem strong and not depend on Shawn, there was a tear in my heart that ice cream and chocolate just couldn’t seem to patch it up.

I missed him. Terribly. My thoughts consumed by his ruffled curls, eyes the color of my chocolate ice cream, well, what ever was left of it as I had consumed mostly all of it. It hurt the most to know he was probably over it by know and was living his life, carefree and happy, while I sat on the couch owned by my best friend, wallowing through out every day in sadness and misery. I needed to get out. 

Sammy?” I call, my voice echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

“Yeah?” her muffled voice says back. 

“Wanna go to the bar tonight?” The sound of rushed footsteps resonate as she rushes down the stairs, her head peaks around the corner eyeing me suspiciously.  

“You want to go out? You?” She asks bewildered. She comes over resting a hand against my forehead. “You coming down with something, Hun?” I shove her hand of me giggling. 

“I want to get drunk, like really drunk,” I say determinedly. Sammy just grins at me.

“Is this the next faze of I quote operation-get-over-Shawn?” I smile sheepishly. 

“Maybe,” 

“Lets do this!” Sammy squeals, running back up stairs to where I presume she will ponder many outfit choices for tonight. 

Lets do this.

***

It was around 8:15 when we got out the taxi and walked though the doors of the bar. The scent of alcohol and sweat greets me, people already on the crowded dance floor. 

“You go find a seat and I’ll get some beers,” Sammy shouts over the thudding music. 

I nod and watch as her body disappears within the swarm of people all looking to have a good time. I turn away moving to the more deserted part of the club where tables were placed, most of them taken. 

This is what I need, I try to tell myself but my nerves are on overdrive and my hands can’t seem to stop shaking. This place, this was where Shawn and I used to go when we were together.

I lean my head against my hand, looking out the clouded windows. Smart decision, choosing a bar that holds so many memories.

“Your beer,” Sammy says placing them on the table. I take a gulp, the cold liquor making my face scrunch in disgust. I never liked beer. Tonight though, I didn’t care what it was as long as it did its job.

“Thanks,” I say, my hands begin to peel at the label on the bottle.

“Mmm,” she hums, eyes scanning the room. “Lets dance,” Sammy says abruptly, standing up. 

“But we just sat down..” I trail off.

“And you look like your dog just died. Y/n, we came here for you to forget about Shawn. If he was here wouldn’t you want him to see you happy, dancing and just having a good time rather than looking like you were about to start crying?” she frowns at me. 

I pause. “You’re right,” I get up.

“Yes y/n!” Sammy cheers pulling me to the dance floor an into the clump of people. We begin to dance, moving to the beat of the music, and I can’t help but laugh, finally feeling a flicker of happiness I haven’t felt in a while. 

I’m three quarters through my beer when Sammy has disappeared with a guy. It usually happens when we go out so I was used to it. It didn’t bother me that I was left with my beer and the music. 

Chugging the last of it I made my way back to the bar, ordering my second, when I’m approached by a guy.

“Tommy” he shouts over the music that’s still as deafening as ever.

“Y/N” I shout, offering my hand for him to shake. This is good, talking to other men.

“How are you?” He grins. 

“ Good thanks, yourself ?”  I call back, smiling at him.

“Awesome, even more so now I’m talking to you,” He says, his blue eyes twinkling.  I giggle, grabbing the beer the bartender passes me.

“So what brings you here?” I ask, looking at the crowd before looking back at him but a figure catches my eye, causing me to do a double take.

My eyes met familiar caramel ones over the guy’s shoulder whose name I’ve forgotten. He’s here, in the same bar. The pain crashes into me repeatedly like waves against the shore. 

Of course he is. Shawn looks just the same as ever. Hair pushed back off his forehead in a tumbling mess, olive long sleeved shirt hugging his body and tight black skinny jeans adorning his legs. God, he looked good.

“Gotta go,” I say, walking around Tommy and heading straight for Shawn. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if the misery I had been feeling heightened the loneliness I felt but when I saw Shawn all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his waist and not let go. 

A group of people pass in front of me and he’s gone for a second. That second however, was all I needed to realise what I was doing. Why was I going up to him? We hadn’t talked in over 3 weeks and as soon as I see him I go crawling back like a lost puppy.

I made my getaway, rushing straight for the door of the club. Cool air slaps me in the face as I quickly walk down the street. 

“Y/N” Shawn calls, his voice still sending shivers down my spine.

I don’t stop until a hand wraps around my wrist, turning me around.

“What Shawn?” I ask impatiently, not meeting his eyes.

“I…I saw you in there, then you left. I just wanted to check you were okay?” he asks and I finally look at him. His eyes weren’t red, he didn’t have bags under his eyes nor was his hair disheveled in a way which might suggest he had been stressed or upset. I knew Shawn like the back of my hand and this Shawn wasn’t heartbroken. 

“I’m doing fine what about you?” I ask my voice trembling the slightest. He opens his mouth to respond when a voice cuts him off. 

“Shawn what are you doing out here? Its cold,” A female appears behind him, wrapping one hand around his forearm. “Oh hi, I’m Jess,” She says noticing me.

“Oh god you have a girl?” is the first thing the blurts out of my mouth. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. “Of course you have a girl, you’re Shawn Mendes,” 

Shawn looks at me, his face one of guilt. Jess stands there awkwardly before tugging at Shawn’s arm.

“Come on, lets go back in where its warm,” Her voice feathery soft. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Yeah go inside, don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” I say bitterly, not being able to stand the sight of them together. 

“Y/N” Shawn says taking a step forward reaching out to me.

“Go Shawn, Jess wants to go inside,” I say, playing with the hem of my dress.

He looks like he doesn’t know what to do.

I smile at him. “Go be happy, I told you that you would forget about me,” My eyes prickle with tears. Don’t cry.

As long as you’re sure you’re okay?” Shawn asks, his eyes soft and pleading for me to confide in him.

I nod my head once and they turn away making their way back to the bar, Shawn hesitant to leave at first. I watch as they walk off, Shawn’s arm looping over her shoulders like he used to do to me.

“God I’m so not okay,” I whisper to myself as I turn away, finally letting the first tear fall. That was the second biggest mistake I’ve made in my life, letting him walk away from me. The first was not fighting for him.

Originally posted by thugshawn

(Request: Do you think you could write something where Spencer forces himself on Rick’s daughter (21 year old reader) and Rick and Daryl rescue her and Daryl tells her his feelings for her?)

Note: THIS REQUEST IS FROM LIKE OVER A WEEK AGO I AM SO SORRY IT IS OUT SO LATE PLEASE FORGIVE ME ANON <3

Warnings: mentions of rape, near rape experience, angst, mild fluff
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Originally posted by riveralwaysknew

Adjusting to Alexandria was proving to be a little difficult for you. You were so used to sleeping with one eye open, that now you found it hard to actually relax when it was night time. And the people here, there was something about them, they were weak. No one was ever keeping watch in the tower and the same three people would go out on runs like once a week. There was no organisation. It wasn’t only you who felt this way, Daryl would often visit you at night just to keep each other company. No one was on watch at night and it made you both feel uncomfortable, so you would usually spend your nights staying awake together until the other Alexandrians woke up.

Your dad, Rick, and the others spent most of their time persuading you to give this place a chance. It’s not like you didn’t want to, you just didn’t want to let your guard down just yet. You and your group had been through so much and you didn’t want anything else to go wrong.

The sun was beating down on you as you walked over to the watch tower. You had asked Deanna countless times to be put on watch, but she wasn’t having it. She wanted one of her people on watch but none of them were experienced enough, so you took matters into your own hands and started to climb the ladder.

“(Yn)!”

You continued to climb the ladder, you didn’t bother looking down as you knew who it was. “What Daryl?”

“Deanna finally said yes?” he asked, shielding the sun from his eyes with his hand.

“Nope” you said, reaching the top and standing up to look down at him.

Daryl laughed at your stubborn personality. You could never take no for an answer. He began to climb up the tower too, and when he was up he sat on the open window frame.

“You can’t stay away from me can you Dixon?” you smirked, teasing him as he tried to hide a smile and look down at his feet. He said nothing and you looked out upon the walls. You and Daryl had met at the beginning. You watched him transform from a deadbeat redneck to someone who was valuable in the group. You were there for him at his vulnerable times, when his brother died and when Beth died. You had never seen him so distraught over something before, which made it extra hard to try and comfort him, not knowing what would set him off or actually help him. Besides this, you two were pretty close. You always watched each other’s backs and you couldn’t deny that there was an attraction between you, but you weren’t sure as he had never hinted at it before.

“Hey! Who’s up there?”

A voice broke through your line of thought and you turned to look down at Spencer. “Shit” you murmured as you walked over to the edge of the tower. “It’s just me! Thought I’d keep watch for a while until the guys get back from the run”

“You shouldn’t be up there you know, my mom said-”

“I know what she said, but this place needs protection. I don’t know how you guys have survived so long without it”

Spencer chuckled and looked down to the floor before looking back at you. “Anyone else up there with you?”

“Na, just me”

“I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell my mom, but only if you come to the party with me tonight” you saw him grinning up at you, knowing you would take the deal in order to keep this place safe.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head, making the deal with him. He winked up at you before walking away and smiling to himself.

“Why the hell’d you do that?” Daryl asked as you came back to sit down, resting your sniper on the window frame.

“It’s just a stupid party, who’s it gonna harm if I go with him?” you asked rhetorically.

Me, Daryl thought in his head as he looked at you. He felt himself getting angry that you would go with someone that you didn’t even know to a party. He didn’t want to explode at you so he started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” you asked curiously.

“Going back to the house. You have a problem with that?” he snapped back, turning to look at you as you stood up.

“Why are you so pissed? Is it cause of what just-” Daryl cut you off with his raised voice.

“You’re here tellin’ me you don’t trust these people and you aint liking this place, but then here you are agreeing to go to some party with a stranger like everything’s okay!”

“Everything is okay Daryl! I never said I’d dislike this place forever, now that my dad and the others are getting comfortable I wanna give this place a chance!”

“Whatever” Daryl scoffed. “You’re just like the rest of them”

“That’s not fair!” you shouted at him, but he was already climbing down the ladder. You let out an irritated sigh before going over to your sniper. You looked through the scope and angrily shot down every walker you saw, trying to get your anger out in a different way other than fighting.
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You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time before heading downstairs. You had kept Spencer waiting while you got ready. You didn’t wear anything special, just a clean pair of jeans with a white tank top that showed a little bit of cleavage. Spencer eyed you as you walked down the stairs and you clicked your fingers at him when he kept his eyes lingering on your breasts for a little too long.

“My eyes are here Spencer” you said, making his attention turn to your eyes.

“They’re just as beautiful” he smirked.

You internally gagged at his comment but you had to go through with this so you could continue to keep watch without Deanna knowing. “Come on, we don’t wanna show up late to your own mom’s party” you smiled, taking his hand and walking outside.

You were almost at Deanna’s when you saw Daryl making his way to Aarons house. “Hey, give me one second” you said to Spencer.

You lightly jogged over to Daryl and you heard him mumble something under his breath when you got near. You brushed it off and spoke anyway. “Hey” you said, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi” he replied bluntly. He was still walking and you touched his arm, making him stop.

“Are you not going to Deanna’s?” you asked curiously, looking down at his sweat covered body.

“Na, you know I aint good with that kind of stuff”

“It’ll be good for you” you pleaded

“Aaron invited me over to his. I’d rather hang with two people rather than 30” he said.

Part of it was a lie. Aaron did invite him over, but he could have gone to the party. The only reason he wasn’t going was because he knew he would get jealous if he saw you spending the night with Spencer.

“(Y/n), c’mon”

You looked behind you to see Spencer impatiently waiting for you, his arms crossed over his chest. “You his bitch now?” Daryl asked spitefully.

“What the fuck Daryl!”

“Go on, your boyfriends calling” he finished, walking off before you could say anything else. His words stung you, wishing that you could tell him how you felt. But how could you when you were going to the party with Spencer, you were giving him mixed emotions and you knew it. You sighed before walking back over to Spencer and he wrapped his arm protectively around you.
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You had been at the party for a couple of hours now. You had spoken to some of the Alexandrian people but you mostly just stuck around with Maggie and Rosita. You spent the night talking with them, but you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to Daryl. You weren’t even drunk so you were confused as to why you couldn’t get him out of your head. Finally, your attention was turned to Spencer who had tripped over his feet while walking over to you.

“Someone’s a little drunk” you laughed as you helped him from the floor.

“Maybe you should get him home, he gets very bad hangover’s when he’s like this” Deanna spoke from behind you and you immediately smiled at her as innocently as possible. Spencer was drunk right now and he could easily forget about the deal and spill the beans.

“I’d be happy to!” you said, saying a quick goodbye to your group before leaving.

Spencer stumbled down the stairs of Deanna’s house and he nearly took you with him. He was a heavy guy compared to you, and you were starting to struggle with helping him walk. “Just a few houses down, you can do it”

“I’m good, I’m good” he repeated, standing up straight but wavering a bit before he caught his balance. You looked at him in silence and he laughed, not for any reason besides the fact he was drunk. “I’m good” he said one more time, making you roll your eyes. You wanted to get back to your house but Spencer was taking his time to walk.

“Hey do you mind hurrying up? I know you’re drunk but you seem stable enough to-” Spencer cut you off by smashing his lips against yours suddenly as he pushed your back up against the side of a house. His actions took you by surprise and you let out a distorted cry that was muffled by his lips. You quickly pushed Spencer off of you and stepped back, he was panting from the adrenaline rush he got.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked, wiping your mouth as his kiss was sloppy and wet.

“You can’t deny me (y/n). I see the way you look at me, you want this” his words scared you and you realised the extent of this situation. It was dark out so no one could see you hidden by the side of this house, everyone was inside one place, intoxicated by alcohol and you were alone. Spencer had you corned between the house and his body.

“No, Spencer you got it all wrong. I don’t like you that way” you tried to keep your voice calm and reasonable, making it look like you weren’t going to put up with his bullshit.

“Don’t lie to yourself” he took a step closer and with one swift movement he pinned your hands above your head and covered your mouth with his hand, muffling out your screams.
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“I’m gonna head home, its late and the kids are waiting for me”

Rick said goodbye to everyone at the party, taking the time to thank Deanna and her husband for throwing such a nice get together. Rick took a last swig from his beer before heading home.
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Daryl slurped up his last piece of spaghetti before sitting back and drinking his beer. “You make a mean pasta” he said, letting out a small burp which he tried to stifle with his hand.

“I’m glad you liked it!” Aaron said, placing a hand on his boyfriends and they locked eyes.

“I guess I’ll get going, give you guys some space” Daryl sat up from the table and walked to the door.

“Are you sure? Do you want some more?”

“I’m alright thanks. See ya tomorrow”

Daryl said goodbye before walking out the house and towards his. As Daryl was walking he saw Rick leaving the party.

“Hey” Daryl shouted, raising an arm to Rick who waved back. The two men caught up with each other and walked in the same direction.

“You were a no show” Rick said, tilting his head at Daryl as they walked.

“I had other plans” Daryl mumbled.

Rick nodded his head and they continued walking when a shout ripped through the air. Both men stood still, trying to listen for another shout. It was silent for a couple seconds before another cry let loose. Both men looked at each other before breaking off into a run.
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“Spencer stop!” you struggled under the weight of his body as he forced himself against you, your hands were trapped above your head and Spencer had his knees digging into your thighs, stopping you from kicking up at his privates. You let out strangled cries as he bit your neck. You didn’t bother shouting out, no one would here you as they were at the party and you had no idea where Daryl was now. Spencer moved his free hand down to your breast as he massaged them, and you could feel him growing against you. Tears were falling down your face as you begged him not to do this, you told him it didn’t have to be this way but he wasn’t listening. His only focus right now was on your body. His hand swiftly unbuttoned your jeans and he pulled them and your panties down just enough for him to have access to your entrance. He did the same with himself and when the situation was finally catching up with your mind you started to scream. He immediately covered your mouth with his spare hand and your shouts were muffled.

“Keep quiet!” he said angrily. You nodded your head and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth but you couldn’t help but scream again. Your voice was nearly at breaking point as you prayed for someone to hear you, anyone. Spencer’s eyes widened and he slapped you across the face, hard. You shut your eyes and more tears fell, but in an instant, you felt Spencer’s body leave yours and you heard a thump below you.

You opened your eyes and saw Daryl on the floor with Spencer, pinning him to the ground as your dad punched him over and over. You covered your mouth with your hands and cried as you saw blood starting to cover Ricks hands.

“Dad stop! It’s over now, stop!”

Your words didn’t register in Ricks mind as he continued to punch the man who was in the process of raping his daughter. Daryl heard your pleas and he pulled Rick away from Spencer with some struggle. Rick pushed against Daryl to get to Spencer but you stepped in front of him and forced him to look at you.

“I’m fine, look at me! I’m okay, don’t ruin this for everyone” you whispered, not wanting your dad to get in trouble for beating up Spencer, even if he did deserve it.

Rick calmed down at your words and soon Daryl let go of him. Rick ran a bloodied hand through his hair as he looked between you and Spencer. “Daryl, take her home. I’ll take him to Deanna. I’ll make something up, just keep her safe, please”

Daryl nodded and you walked with him back to your house. It was silent, both of you were processing what had just happened and you were too shocked to even talk. You stepped up to your door and opened it, before turning to Daryl.

“Can you stay with me?” you blurted out.

Daryl looked at you in surprise before nodding his head and following you inside. Daryl kept his back to you as you changed into your pyjama shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Daryl had taken off his leather vest coat and was left in jeans and a vest top.

“(Y/n)? You alright?” Daryl asked as you slowly got into bed, wrapping the covers securely around you.

“I’m just a little scared, I don’t wanna be alone right now”

Daryl nodded his head and slowly climbed into the bed next to you, not wanting to startle you as you were experiencing a sensitive moment right now. It was silent and Daryl looked over to you. He saw a tear drop down your cheek and he moved his thumb to wipe it away. You used your other hand to wipe the other away and you smiled at him softly, silently thanking him for being here. You laid your head on your pillow, your body facing Daryl’s as he joined you. He softly stroked your hair, quickly making your eyes close and he whispered to you.

“I won’t let anybody hurt you (y/n). And I won’t let my anger get in the way of us, no matter how jealous or pissed I am”

You let out a small laugh at his words and you smiled up at him. “Thank you” was all you said before Daryl protectively wrapped an arm around you. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that he had feelings for you too. You knew him so well that could tell just by his actions tonight. You felt safer in his arms and you soon drifted into a deep sleep.
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Tags: @teenagetragediesforeveryone

Affection ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘‘Hii can I have a Grayson imagine where you guys are engaged but he starts becoming very distant from you and doesn’t show anymore affection towards you and you get frustrated so you leave the house when he’d gone out and he goes looking for you and eventually finds you and apologizes and stuff, you can think of an ending ahha :p Thanks!!‘‘

Response: Thank you for the request, babe :) This is my first smutty imagine and I found it really hard (but also fun) to write, haha. I hope you enjoy, tho xoxo

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘Marry me.’ Those were the words Grayson Dolan had said to you. Today it was exactly four months ago that he had asked you to become his wife. When he went down on his knees and showed the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, tears were running down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that the most amazing human on this entire planet wanted to spend the rest of your life with you. Of course you said yes, how could you say no? He made you the happiest person in the world.

But as the months passed by, Grayson had become more busy. At his work he got promoted, and as a result he had to overwork regularly. You tried to be happy for him, because you were saving money for a bigger house to live in together. You maybe wanted to have kids in the future. Apart from that, Grayson also had his channel to worry about. He didn’t make videos as often as he used to, but he still made videos with Ethan.  

But it was hard. You didn’t work as much as he did, and most of the time you were home alone, waiting for Gray to come home. And when he finally got home he was always very tired, so you ate dinner together and maybe watched some television. You guys didn’t even had sex the way you used to have. It was a miracle if you did it once a week. Of course you knew that sex wasn’t the most important thing in a relationship, but, it still was important.

Tonight was the fifth night in a row that Grayson was coming home later than the usual. While you were watching Netflix you waited for him. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, all you could think about was Grayson and why he had to work till late again. You decided to call him and ask if he would be home soon. You wanted to talk. This couldn’t go on any longer.

‘Hey Y/N, what is it?’ you hear Grayson say on the other side of the line. You turn off the television so that you don’t get distracted. ‘Hi, Gray. When are you coming home? I want to talk to you about something.’ It is quiet for a moment, while you hear Graysons steps and his panting voice. He was probably on his way to a meeting or something important. ‘Eh… I don’t know, to be honest. I think it will get pretty late tonight. You don’t have to stay up for me.’

You feel tears welling up and you try to swallow. ‘Okay,’ you say quietly. ‘Okay… Bye.’ Grayson says and before you can say anything he hangs up. You look at your lock screen on your phone, at a picture of you and Grayson where you both are smiling. The picture was taken last summer, on the beach in Spain. It felt like it was years go.

You look around, not knowing what to do now. You were wide awake and suddenly it felt like everything on Netflix was too boring to watch. With a deep sigh you pull the blanket you were under on back and stand up. You needed to get out of the house to get some fresh air. It felt like you were trapped inside your own house, which was a terrible feeling.

You grab your car keys and jacket and leave the house. The street is quiet and empty. The night was cold, you could see your own breath leaving your mouth. You get in your car and start driving, without a destination or idea where you were going. After about fifteen minutes you pull up in a parking lot, which was dark and empty. You had no idea how you had ended up here.

There were no people and no cars, you were all by yourself. It was very calming, and you could hear the birds singing in the trees that were standing next to the parking lot. This was the place were Grayson and you had first met each other, and also the place where you had your first kiss. So it was kind of a special parking lot, with a lot of good memories.

You get out of your car and sit down on the side walk. Just until now you noticed that you had been crying. Your whole T-shirt was wet from the tears. While you sit there and breath in the fresh air, you slowly start feeling better, but you still had an empty feeling in your stomach. Suddenly you hear your phone buzzing. It was an incoming call from Grayson. At first you consider answering it, but you don’t want him to hear that you had been crying. You decide to ignore it.

You didn’t know for how long you sat there, alone on the cold sidewalk. It could have been an hour, it could have been two. All of a sudden you see a car with bright lights turning up the parking lot. In shock you stand up and almost trip over your feet. You hope it wasn’t the police. They would ask why you were here all alone in an empty parking lot, and you didn’t have a good answer to that. The lights go off and a person steps out of the car. It takes a second to see who it was.

‘Grayson. Who – what – How did you know I was here?’ you ask confused. Grayson walks up to you, his mouth a thin line. ‘Because this is the place where we first met. I figured you were here. Anyway, why are you here? I was worried as hell.’ When you try to say what’s been bothering you the last couple of weeks, tears are running down your cheeks again. Grayson blinks, not expecting that you would start crying. ‘Hey, don’t cry…’ He reaches out his arms and takes a step forward, but you take a step back.

‘Y/N, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me everything. We can figure it out together. We always do,’ Grayson says with a sweet voice. You let out a vibrating sigh and look up to him. His brows are frowned and he looks at you with curious eyes. ‘I feel so alone. You’re always working and working, it’s the only thing you ever do. You don’t even kiss me goodnight anymore, because I’m already asleep by then or you’re not home. I love you, but… I can’t take this any longer. I miss how we used to be,’ you say. It is quiet for a moment.

Grayson picks his words carefully. ‘Babe… I-I didn’t know that me working so much made you feel this way. I’m sorry. I really am. I will talk to my boss and ask if can work less. I-I’m just so sorry. Please stop crying, it breaks my heart.’ His voice cracks. You smile a little and wipe your tears from your face. Grayson puts a step in your direction again, and this time, you don’t take a step backwards. His strong arms close around you and you shiver, craving his body and affection.

He hugs you for a long time, while he strokes his fingers through your ear. ‘I’m so sorry. I love you so much,’ he whispers. ‘I love you too,’ you whisper. He lets you go and studies your face, making sure you had forgiven him. ‘Come home with me. I’ll make it up to you,’ he says with a soft smile. You smile back to him and nod. ‘Okay.’

The house was dark and empty, but you didn’t bother to put a light on. Grayson picks you up like you weigh nothing and you put your legs around his waist. Leaving soft kisses in your neck, he carries you up the stairs. When Grayson walks in the bedroom, he lays you carefully down on the bed with a supporting arm under your back. He strips of his shirt and you do the same with yours. ‘Let me take off your clothes,’ Grayson whispers. He pulls down your leggings, causing you to gasp when he touches your thighs. You had missed the feeling of his hands touching you. He takes off his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

He hovers above you and slides your bra straps down your shoulders, kissing your collar bone. He takes your bra off, revealing your hard nipples. He licks his lips before he seductively closes his mouth around them and you can’t help but moan while you’re drowning in pleasure. He takes his time and kisses every part of your breasts. He then gently strokes your cheek, while he looks into your eyes with nothing but love. ‘I just can’t get over how beautiful you are. Each time you surprise me,’ he says with a rough voice. You smile and give him a passionate kiss.

After the kiss he tenderly starts sucking your neck and planting sweet kisses along your shoulders, trailing down to your chest area again. You close your eyes and dig your nails into his hair, causing him to moan. He goes further down your stomach and hungrily loops his finger through your panties. He pulls them down your legs. You shiver from the cold air that hits your now totally naked body.

Grayson spreads your legs and starts kissing and sucking your inner thighs, slowly going to the place where you needed him the most. You felt a burning heat between your legs. ‘I’m sorry for hurting you, baby,’ he whispers with a deep voice. You wanted to tell him that it was okay and that you forgave him, but before you can say anything he glides with his tongue down into your vagina. ‘So wet for me already…’ Grayson chuckles. He licks you over a few times before he closes his lips around your clit. ‘Gray…’ you cry out with a shaky voice, toes curled in anticipation. He looks at you, eyes filled with lust. He starts sucking and you can’t help but moan quietly, arching your back.

Your hands are shaking uncontrollable, trying to grab the sheets for a grip. Grayson entwines his fingers with yours and with his other hand he pins your hips down, because he knows you can’t lay still with what he’s doing to you. A deep sigh escapes from your lips while he starts to suck faster. ‘Fuck…’ You normally didn’t swear, but at times like these you weren’t in control of what you were saying. He kept going until a splash of liquid emerged from in between your legs. You bit your lip and look at him a little embarrassed. You try to get up so you could reward him, but without a warning he slowly inserts two fingers inside of you.

You’re shocked and your lips form an ‘o’ as you fall back onto the bed. With your eyes closed, Grayson smirks at the way your body twists and turns, the way you bite your lip and the way you shut your eyes. He loved it all. His finger sensually keeps going in and out. First gently, but slowly he starts picking up the speed. He could feel every soft curve and spot inside you when your walls clenched around his fingers. The feeling in your stomach rises with every move. You buck your hips upward, a burning desire between your legs.

‘I’m so close,’ you whisper. ‘Come for me, baby,’ Grayson growls. Suddenly, with shuddering breaths, you see stars, reaching your climax. Your legs tremble and shake, while Grayson tries to hold them down. He bites his lips at the sight of you releasing the sexual tension. You were making sounds that normally would make you blush, but you just couldn’t help it. You let out a deep sigh, feeling so incredibly in love. You lay down on your back, eyes closed with a big smile on your face.

Slowly you are in control of yourself again, and you open your eyes, seeing the most beautiful creature between your legs. ‘I love you so much,’ you say, eyes watering with admiration. Grayson puts a long, chaste kiss on your belly button. ‘I love you more.’

Request: Speak now

Request: hello =) can you write an imagine in which you broke up with juice like 5 years ago and now you are getting married and he finds out when you go to TM to give Gemma her invitation for the wedding and he tries to cancel the wedding?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: angst and drama, a lot of drama

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

“I can’t do this anymore Juice”, you cried, finally giving up, “It’s like you don’t trust me and I can’t live with your jealousy anymore, your punches on the walls and silence”

“Baby…”, Juice begged, a tear running down his face.

“I’m sorry Juice”, you whispered and grabbed your bag. You didn’t look back as you walked out the door.

—————

Juice woke up feeling his heart pounding inside his chest and sweat covering his skin. He always woke up like that after a nightmare, but he hand’t had one, it had been very real memory from five years ago. He lived with that memory hunting him and though he always felt bad after it, at least he could see you again, even if it was only in his mind, in a dream. You weren’t living that far but for you two that meant worlds apart.

Five years ago, Juice wasn’t in a good place. Club was going through a tough time, problems and lockdowns. It took a toll on him and there were things going on in his life he couldn’t tell anyone. Juice was distant, trying to understand what was happening and it affected your relationship. He couldn’t open up to you though he was afraid you would leave him if he didn’t. His jealousy was worst and everyone was a threat in his eyes. He knew you would leave him, it was just a matter of time, and one day you really did. Juice lost his mind one night, punching a tree because he was too jealous of your friends and you going out with them to, finally, have some good time. You packed and left the next morning. You stayed in Charming for a while and he tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t talk to anyone but Gemma. Soon, you found a job in Stockton and moved out. Juice haven’t seen you since then.

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“I’m glad we finished this early lad”, Chibs sighed as they hopped on their bikes. Jax had sent them to do some errands and it was supposed to take them all day. Chibs was looking forward for a movie night with his new girlfriends and decided they should split up to finish it earlier. Juice agreed with his brother and they rode together back to the clubhouse. They were walking toward the garage when Juice saw Gemma leave her office and freeze on the door.

“Are you okay Gemma?”, he asked as Chibs narrowed his eyes, also noticing the queen’s odd behavior. Gemma was about to answer him when another person walked out the room, bumped into Gemma. The woman froze too as Juice felt his heart skip a beat, “Y/N?”

“What are you doing here lass?”, Chibs asked. No, he didn’t hate Y/N, but he had seen how bad Juice got after their breakup and only meant to protect the boy who was almost like a son to him.

“She came to talk to me”, Gemma hissed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, escorting her back to the car.

Juice just stood there, speechless, as he watched Y/N walk away. He loved her. He still loved her so much it hurt. Y/N glanced at him over her shoulder, but Gemma just kept pulling her toward the car. Y/N left TM and Juice felt Chibs patting his back.

“You should forget her boy”, the Scotsman sighed.

“I can’t”, Juice whispered.

“Listen to him”, Gemma said as she passed by them on her way back to the office,”She came to bring me her wedding invitation. She moved on. You should do it too”

—————

“Go away!”, Juice yelled when someone knocked on his door for what seemed to be the tenth time.

“It’s Chuck. Gemma told me to bring you some food”, Chucky said in a scared, barely audible voice.

“I’m not hungry Chucky, thanks”, Juice sighed.

“Let me talk to him Chucky”, someone who sounded like Tig said, “Hey Juice I heard what happened. Come on boy! Come outside, let’s drink and let a crow give you a lap dance. You’re gonna feel better”

“You’re an idiot”, Kozik joined the group outside Juice’s door, “The love of his life is getting married and you just told him to get a lap dance!?”

“Nobody asked your dumb blond ass’ opinion”, Tig grunted, “Love of his life? God you sound like a schoolgirl”

“Shut up!”, Juice yelled, opening his door, “I’m not hungry Chucky, thank you. And you two… Stop whining like two schoolgirls outside my door! That doesn’t help!”

“Actually, I was coming here to offer help”, Kozik said, making all eyes turn to him, “Sounds crazy, but we could go to Stockton if you’re up for a ride”

“For what?”, Tig creased his brow.

“Talk to Y/N”, Juice mumbled, still looking at Kozik, “I-I don’t think that would work Kozik”

“Well, if you change your mind…”, his brother handed him a piece of paper and Juice saw it was a copy of Y/N’s wedding invitation. “I sneaked into her office while she was having lunch”, Kozik shrugged.

“I hope she notices it and you get your ass whipped”, Tig said as Juice closed the door behind him, looking down at the paper. Should he try again? Or should he move on like Gemma had said?

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Juice tried to call Y/N a million times, but he hadn’t had the courage to speak when she answered the phone. On the last call, Y/N had talked to him though.

“I know it’s you Juice”, he could hear Y/N taking a deep breath, “Stop calling, please. You must know I’m going to get married and I beg you to stop calling and don’t try anything. We lost our chance years ago. Please, don’t call me again”

Juice cried after she hang up and spent the whole week feeling miserable. It was Y/N’s wedding day and there was nothing he could do. Juice woke up and walked to the garage. Gemma was there and handed him Y/N’s wedding invitation and his keys.

“I’m not going to that wedding”, Gemma said as Juice stared at her, “But you should go”

“But…”, he started.

“Forget what I said”, Gemma cut him off, “Just go”

She didn’t have to say it again. Juice hopped on his bike and drove as fast as he could, heading to Stockton. He parked across the street and looked at the church. Everybody was inside, but he still had a few minutes. He knew Y/N was somewhere inside that church and he had to find her. Juice looked around and finally found an open door. Silently, he walked in and opened every door on his way, trying to find Y/N. Suddenly, he heard voices and a door being closed. A bridesmaid was walking away and Y/N should be in that room. Juice took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Kelly is…”, Y/N turned around and froze when she saw him, “Juice? What are you doing here?”

“You look beautiful”, he couldn’t help but admire her on that wedding dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

“I was fearing it, I knew you would try something stupid”, Y/N sighed, “Please go away Juice”

“I can’t”, he sadly smiled, “I need you to listen to me okay? Please don’t marry him”

“Juice…”, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

Juice got closer and took her hands in his. Y/N opened her eyes again and stared at their hands together. “I still love you Y/N”, Juice whispered.

“Please Juan”, Y/N looked up at him, tearing up, “I’m gonna get married”

“Do you love him?”, Juice squeeze desperately her hands, “Look in my eyes and tell me you love him. Tell me you don’t feel anything when I’m close to you. What we have is epic baby”

“It is not”, Y/N walked backwards, “It ended”

“I know and I’m so sorry”, Juice grimaced, “It was my fault”

“Yes it was”, she cried, breaking his heart again, “You wouldn’t open up and talk to me. It was suffocating! I was trying to understand, but I desperately needed a break and you exploded when I just went to the movies with my friends! Damn I knew you were jealous, but you lost your mind Juice! I couldn’t take it, I had to leave”

“I know baby”, Juice was crying too, “And I’m so sorry, I regret it every single day. I hurt you and you were right to leave, but I dreamed you would come back to me someday. I know it’s probably too late but I have to try. I beg you. Do not get married”

“He’s good to me”, she said.

“I will be better”, he stepped closed again, “I won’t let anything get between us again. Club is in a better place…”

“Oh God, you club!”, Y/N hissed, “I tried to come back, but the club got between us as always”. Juice just stared at Y/N as she spoke, “I came back but Clay told me to forget you, said you didn’t need me and I was a distraction. I stayed away, I worked hard to build a new life Juice and I found a good man. I had to at least try to leave that life behind”

“Clay is dead”, Juice clenched his jaw hard, angry for what he had let happen to them, “He thought he could use me as his puppet, but you, only you baby, gave me strength to keep fighting. That living hell was finally over but you were in Stockton and you had a new boyfriend. I should have talked to you sooner”

“Juice…”, Y/N’s whispered.

“Please baby”, Juice got closer, holding her hands again. He was about to kiss Y/N when the bridesmaid came back.

“Y/N we are…” the girl stopped and stared at Juice, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“He is leaving Kelly. Please, he’s leaving”, Y/N gently pushed him away, “Please Juice, please leave”

“Y/N”, Juice begged again.

“Go”, she mouthed as the bridesmaid hovered over her to fix her makeup.

“I will be outside if you change your mind”, he said before the bridesmaid close the door. Juice clenched his fists as he walked out the church. He sat on his bike, heart beating fast as he waited for Y/N to come running back to his arms. However, what he noticed next were the bells ringing and a distance song. She was walking down the aisle to get married to another man. Juice cried. He had lost the woman he loved.

First, he thought it was his imagination, but through the tears he could see someone running across the grass. He wiped the tears and saw her, Y/N, holding her dress as she ran. Juice hopped off his bike and met her in the middle of the street, wrapping his arms around her.

“Take me home”, Y/N whispered before he kiss her.

“Where is it?”, he asked, thinking she meant her place in Stockton.

“Charming”, she smiled and kissed him again. Juice held her hand tight in his and helped her hop on his bike. Y/N took off her veil and let it go on the wind as Juice sped up his bike, heading home.



Note of the author: Sorry, I had to include Tig and Kozik as a comic relief. I always try to give Juice a happy ending, unless you request otherwise. I hope you liked it.

I Hate You, Jughead Jones

Anon Prompt: “Could you do a fic where Jughead cheats on the reader and does everything to fix it? (Super angsty please)

A/N: You know what I’m about >;)  

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, depictions of sex, underage sex and drinking, angst.
Words: 2.4k

I hold my drink close to me, laughing as Reggie leans in closer to me; telling me a stupid story.

Putting my hand on his chest, I tell him to stop.

“Reggie, you’re too funny. Stop!” I’m out of breath from how much he’s making me laugh. I was worried about attending his house part, sceptical of the football boys and other people who were invited but I’m having a really good time.

“Y/N, did I ever tell you about the time I thought I was running across a field but it turned out to be a bog?” He asks, grinning at me.

I’m already cackling at the thought of Reggie falling through the water of a bog, I wipe a stray tear away from my eye and try and regain my breath. I notice Jughead standing by the music station with the others. I smile at him but he doesn’t return it, I excuse myself from Reggie’s presence and head in Jug’s direction, when I reach him, I lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek. Veronica, Archie and Betty say hello to me, excusing themselves leaving Jughead and I alone together.

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Don't Leave Me (Arranged Marriage AU Jungkook) Pt2

Part 1

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Heyyyy! I was just wondering if you would be doing a part two of the arranged marriage Jungkook imagine??? If not could you plz do a really fluffy second part??? Thx so much love


Jeongguk tested the warm substance against his arm he made as he heard coos behind him. “I know bubba” he said turned to see the little boy sitting in his seat. “I got you” he says picking the boy up as he sticks the bottle into the boy’s mouth. “Jaeyoony is a hungry boy” he coos as he pats the boy’s leg lightly. Your mothers were proud at this point. Not that you two had gotten along completely but you guys were trying and little Jaeyoon was your attempt to work out well. The tiny boy has been helping you improve your relationship very well. 

“Good morning” you say as you walk over and bending down pressing a kiss to Jaeyoon’s head before looking up at Jeongguk. You two awkwardly stood there as he gave an odd smile and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “Yeah” you say awkwardly as he nods. “I made you breakfast” he said as you looked over at the table seeing that he had attempted very hard to make you an omelet. You gave him a friendly smile “thank you Kook” you tell him as he smiles largely. “Since we both have off today I thought that we could go to the park for a walk and whatnot for Jaeyoony” he coos as he looks down at his son. You took a bite from the omelet and thought about it “I guess we could” you tell him “good, I was thinking I can even get Jaeyoon ready and pack his bag-” “you always forget something. I got a lot of looks for breastfeeding in public last time” you tell him “it’s a natural thing. I don’t get why it’s a big deal” he mumbles “I don’t like breastfeeding. I would rather have bottles of milk” you tell him as he sighs. “I promise. I even made a checklist of what all goes into his bag. Even his porcupine stuffed animal” he states as you groan. “Fine if you mess it up this time I will pack it from now on” you tell him as you ate about half of the omelet before you were done.

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Jeongguk pushed the stroller lightly as Jaeyoon held tightly to his favorite stuffed animal. “This is nice, you know?” he states looking around the park “it is” you tell him “hey there’s a drink stand up there. Why don’t we get lemonade?” he asks as you grab your bag from on top of the stroller. “I got it” he says making you step back. You two began walking to the stand and you ordered and he pulled out cash to pay. Jaeyoon let out a cry “I got him” you say taking the stroller of the to a bench. He smiled as he looked over at you two before someone tapped his shoulder. He turned to see a woman there “can I help you?” he asked as he looked at her. 

“It is you, Jeongguk I’ve been worrying about you. You haven’t called me after that night like you promised you would” she said as he began to think what she was talking about. He hadn’t even been out for over a year to any place where he could party. “I’m sorry but who are you?” he asked as she scoffed “seriously you told me I was your first time and everything. We had something special” she explained hoping it clarified what she was talking about “yeah here’s the thing, I used that line on many girls” he states taking the drinks from the man who handed them out to him. He took a sip from one of them as she gave him a disgusted look “You are disgusting” she said as he pulled away from the straw. “Used to be now I only sleep with my wife. Who I should be getting back to. So bye” he tells her before walking away heading over to you. 

“Who was that?” you asked him as he glances over at the overly angry woman standing at the stall “nobody important” he says. He smiled at Jaeyoon who was sitting on your lap who gave a large smile up to his father before bringing his toy to his mouth. “You wanted out didn’t you-” a cold feeling came over him making him flinch as a drink was flung at him. “What the heck” you say as you look down to see your son trying to comprehend what the sensation he had all over him was. The two of you were in the splash zone and he was decently soaked from the nearly frozen drink before a loud cry left Jaeyoon’s mouth as he realized he was wet and cold. Jeongguk stood up as he towered over the girl who just soaked him and his family. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he nearly yells “you deserve it” she said back as she looked at you. “You’re married to a man whore honey. I recommend you get out while his pants are still up” she says as you roll your eyes calming down Jaeyoon who clung to you. “What in that tiny little mind of yours thought it was smart to throw a drink on someone who is beside a child? What if that drink was hot? You could have hurt my son!” he hissed as she began backing away from his tone was harsh. She let out a yell as your foot shot out from the bench nailing her in the leg. She looked shocked at the the rather creepy smile on your fac “get the hell away before I ruin your decently pretty face” you tell her. 

She did as told and Jeongguk picked up your son’s diaper bag grabbing spare clothing and his son’s blanket. You laid the blanket down before laying Jaeyoon onto it “I’m sorry” he said as you took the items from him. “It’s what you get for sleeping around” you tell him as he froze “how did you know?” he asked. “Why else would a woman talk to you and then proceed to throw a drink on you” you tell him as he nods. “I’m sorry still” he tells you as you button up Jaeyoon’s new onesie before grabbing his overalls “he needs a bath now. Lets go home” you tell Jeongguk as you wrap the blanket around Jaeyoon hoping he will stay warm as you started leaving.

~

You sat on the edge of the tub with your feet planted in the water as Jaeyoon leaned against you happily splashing in the water as Jeongguk sat down on the toilet looking over at his son before handing you the no tears soap. “I really am sorry. I promise I haven’t been with anyone else in over a year and a half” he said as you rub the soap lightly into the hair of your son and smiled lightly “I know you haven’t” you tell him as he lets out a sigh in relief. “You’ve changed a lot Jeongguk. I know that” you tell him as he nods. You picked up the cup making sure you covered your son’s eyes before he jumped as the water was poured over his head. Jeongguk moved from his spot and sat beside the tub. “I made a promise to myself to be better to you and for you. Especially after Jaeyoon was born” he says as he reaches into the tub touching his son’s face as he started to splash again. 

You smiled down at them as you sighed “Jaeyoon it’s time to get out” you tell him as he whines as his little body leaves the water. You two stood on the mat as Jeongguk grabbed his hooded towel from the table “my my look at that belly” Jeongguk coos poking the chubby belly of his son before he wrapped the towel around him and took him from you. He smiled down at Jaeyoon as he pulled the hood over his little head “lets get you in pjs and get ready for lunch” he coos as he left the bathroom. You began draining the tub happy that things were getting better for you. Maybe soon you could have a decently normal life with your past playboy husband.

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9. “Don’t ask me that.”

In which Harry’s been distracted and forgets your anniversary.


Everything is a mess, and it has been for months. You’ve been able to feel Harry drifting further from you. He hasn’t spent time with you since he got back from tour, and now you’re hanging on by a thread. He’s fucked up royally.

Harry’s been gonna all day, since before you woke up. Maybe he had work to do, but now it’s five minutes to midnight. He’s missed the entire day, and not just any day, but your anniversary, for fuck’s sake. Feeling a rift between you is one thing, but realizing that there’s no more effort being put into the relationship is another.

Your fingers click the TV off and then swipe at your eyes, collecting the tears that have been been pouring from you for the past twenty minutes. You rise from the couch just as the front door opens and closes. Harry tromps through the hallway with a chuckling Nick on his tail. When he enters the room, it’s 12:01 and far too late.

“Hey, Nick’s gonna stay over,” he says casually. Making some other joke that has his buddy cackling.

“Oh, you okay, Y/N?” Nick asks as his laughter dies out. The smile on his face is replaced by a concerned frown. Harry turns to look at you, grin still hinting at the corners of his lips.

“Can I talk to Harry alone for a minute, Nick?” you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact with either of them. You feel very small and unimportant right now.

“Yeah, sure,” he answers hesitantly, backing away toward the hallway. “I’m just gonna change my clothes.”

You’re left alone with Harry, and his smile has faded to confused curiosity.

“Is this ‘bout Nick spending the night? He drank a li'l too much ‘n-”

“That’s not what this is about, Harry,” you interrupt, shaking your head. “Do you know what yesterday was?”

“Uh, Saturday?”

“It was our anniversary, Harry.”

He stares at you with a blank face for a long while and then lets out an exasperated breath.

“Fuck’s sake,” he whispers, pushing a hand through his hair. “’M sorry, I-”

“Do you want me to pack my things?”

“Wha’?” His face falls into an expression of shock as his hand falls back to his side. Your throat is starting to close up and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to keep yourself from crying again.

“Do you want to end this?”

“Don’.” Harry shakes his head slowly. “Don’ ask me that.”

“Why? It really seems like you do.”

“Y/N, Christ!” He takes a step toward you and holds out his hands cupping your jaw. His rings are cold against your heated skin. “I don’ want yeh t’ leave, no,” he whispers, thumbs brushing at the tears that stain your cheeks.

“What’s happening to us?”

“Baby,” he says with a sigh, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “I dunno. I dunno, but we can fix it. Please, let me fix it.”

“Harry, I don’t-”

“Y/N, don’ give up on me,” he says firmly, shaking his head and holding you away from him. His eyes are wild, brows tugged together. “I can fix it. ’M sorry. I’ve been distracted and I forgot our anniversary—fuck, I forgot our anniversary.” He drops his head and closes his eyes. You’re silent while he collects himself.

“I’ll make it up t’ yeh,” he whispers when he lifts his head again. “I’ll make all of it up t’ yeh. We can celebrate when we wake up and I can fix it. Please.”

“Okay,” you agree without missing a beat. You’re not ready to let him go, despite everything that’s been going on. You nod and rub your eyes gently. “Okay.”

“Thank yeh, m’ love.” Harry presses a hard kiss to your forehead and wraps you in his arms again. “Had me scared.”

Nick enters the room again wearing an old pair of Harry’s pajama pants. He smiles when he sees the two of you hugging.

“Everything good, then? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Everything’s okay,” you answer, pulling away briefly before Harry yanks you back to him.

Nick grins and passes you to make his home on the sofa. Harry mumbles a goodnight to him and then backs into the hallway, pulling you with him.

“Happy belated anniversary, love,” he whispers, a small smile finally making an appearance. “'N to many mo’.”

Bad day - Tyler Seguin

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I was having a really shitty day and i wanted to write about it and I wanted Tyler to comfort me lol. hope you like it.

Word count: 1479

Warnings: Swearing.

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Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

Have you ever had one of those days? A day where it seems like the world has woken up and decided to screw you over? It has been one of those days for me. It started badly, sleeping through my alarm and waking up an hour late, and it just kept getting worse and worse. I got stuck in traffic and got to work an hour and a half late, my computer wouldn’t work and I spent two hours going back a forth around the office trying to find a technician to help me out with it, I spilled my salad dressing all over my shirt at lunch, I dropped my phone and the screen shattered into a million pieces, the coffee machine run out of cups and just pour my coffee down the drain, and I twisted my ankle walking to my car after deciding to take some work home and catch up with everything I haven’t done today. And the worst off all, Tyler is away in a road trip and won’t be home until tomorrow.

I park my car in the driveway and manage to grab all my stuff from the passenger seat, balancing it all on one arm. The lights of the house are on, I must have forgotten to turn them off this morning… Write it down on the list of things I’ve done wrong today. I walk to the front door, feeling my ankle pulsate in pain, and open it, getting inside the house. As soon as I shut the door I turn around and trip with one of Cash and Marshall’s toys, dropping all the files I’m carrying and seeing all the pages flying around.

“Fuck.” I pretty much yell, feeling the tears burning in my eyes.

I’ve managed to keep myself from crying during my time in the office, but I can’t help it but to let big, hot tears make their way down my cheeks.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice from the kitchen. Tyler’s voice. What is he doing here?

I can hear him walking towards the hall and soon enough I can see his figure towering over me. He is smiling, happy to see me, but his expression change when he sees the tears running down my face, leaving black streaks of mascara. He is quick to get me inside his arms, holding me close to his warm body.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He whispers, kissing my head softly.

“Everything went wrong today. Everything.” I answer in between sobs, hiding my face on his chest.

Tyler buries his hand on my hair, massaging the base of my skull; he knows that it will relax me a little bit. He doesn’t say anything else; he lets me cry while holding me, swaying slowly.

It takes me a while to stop crying, and when I do my eyes are extremely red and irritated and my head is pounding. When I take a step back I can’t help it but to hiss, my ankle hurting.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler repeats his question, looking concerned.

“I twisted my ankle.” I tell him, taking my high heels off and putting a little bit of pressure on my aching foot. It hurts like a bitch. “I’m fine.” I lie straight to Tyler’s face.

“You don’t look fine.” He just answers. He is not buying it and I know it. “Go change your clothes, I’ll look for a bag of frozen peas or something.”

The walk to our shared bedroom is a nightmare. I need to lean on the wall for support and the stairs seem to never end. I can’t stop taking sharp breaths and hissing the whole time and I’m sure I’m a crying, sweaty mess. I’m scared to look down; my head is making up these images of my ankle being swollen and bruised in gruesome colors like black and purple.

When I finally sit down on my bed I’m out of breath and I want to cry more than ever; my day has been extremely bad, but at least Tyler is here. I change into a pair of cotton shorts and Tyler’s V-neck that is lying on bed. The smell of his cologne is strong on it, and I automatically feel a hundred times better.

The walk back is just as painful, but when I see the stairs I decide that I can’t do them by myself, so I sit on top of them and call Tyler.

“Ty.” I say shyly but strong enough so he can hear me.

“What?” He answers from somewhere downstairs.

“Can you help me down, please?” I ask, trying to sound as put together as possible. I don’t want to worry him more by being a child.

He walks out from the living room and makes his way upstairs, hooking his arms under my legs and torso and lifting me up like I was a feather.

“Am I too heavy? I’m sorry.” I apologize and he smiles at me.

“I bench press more than you weight, baby.” He presumes and I laugh, leaning a little on him so I can kiss his jawline.

“My hero.”

“Always there to save you, my Princess.”

Tyler ends up carrying me all the way to the couch, putting me down carefully. He sits next to me and puts a cushion on his lap, grabbing my foot and putting it on the soft surface to examine it.

“It is slightly swollen, but it isn’t too bad. Ice and advil and you should be fine.” He finally says. “I’ll get them for you. Stay here and have some rest.”

Tyler hands me the remote of the TV and walks away to the kitchen. I go up and down the tv cable browser, looking for something to watch with Tyler and forget about this awful day. I’m so focus on finding something that I don’t realize that Cash and Marshall have entered the room until the big black dog licks up my face.

“Hello, guys!” I coo at them, scratching Cash’s ears and earning more licks. “How are my favorite puppies?”

Marshall’s jealousy comes to play when he doesn’t get rubs as soon as Cash, so he jumps in the couch and lays on my stomach, crying and seeking attention. I drop the remote and give him a good rub. Cash is now jealous, so he jumps on too and sits on my legs, making me wince when he puts pressure on my ankle.

“Hey, hey. Marshall, Cash, get down there now.” Tyler’s voice is strong and both dogs jump off me before I can say a word. “You have to be gentle with momma today.” Tyler scolds the dogs and I can’t help it but to laugh. “What are you laughing at, huh?”

“You are just adorable.” I answer and he shakes his head.

“I’m trying to be leader of the pack and you call me adorable.” He huffs and I laugh even louder.

Tyler goes back to his place on the couch and holds a bag of frozen corn on my ankle. The coolness feels great on my warm ankle and I let out a relief sigh.

“I ordered Thai food.” Tyler tells me. “Drunken noodles with chicken, dumplings an…”

“Please tell me you got a fried banana.” I beg and he laughs.

“And a fried banana for you.” He says.

“You are the bestest ever.” I say, reaching out to kiss him.

“I know.” He answers against my lips.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch. Tyler gets up countless times to get a new bag of frozen something for my foot, to get our take out, to get Advil, to bring us drinks, to make some hot chocolate… He is being a complete dream tonight, making sure that I was okay at every second. The food was amazing and both of us stuff our faces with it. I don’t finish all my food and Tyler does it for me, complaining about how I ruin my Thai food making it spicy.

We are half way through our second movie; we have decided to watch the three first movies of Pirates of the Caribbean and we are just cuddling on the couch. Tyler is tracing patterns on the exposed skin of my hip while I play with the fingers of his other hand.

“Feeling any better?” He wonders, giving me a little squeeze on my hip before resuming to his caresses.

“Much better.” I assure him, kissing his cheek.

“It was just a bad day, baby.” He comforts me and I nod in agreement.

“It wasn’t that bad after all.” I tell him and he prompts himself up on his elbow to get a better vision of me.

“How so? I thought that it had been really shitty.”

“It’s never a bad day when I get to spend time with you.”

Don’t Resent Me

This is the sequel to Forgive me, which was written for the forgiveness challenge. You have to read that first cause it picks up right where that one ended. I’m not sure it *really* fits with this week’s resentment challenge, but let’s say it does. Also, I used one of the prompts from my inbox for this:

@ladymegg asked for: 43. “I swear to god if you touch me…” This is probably not quite what you imagined? I’m so sorry!

Now on with the actual story which got so long you’re getting a read more.

The woman, William’s new mother, clings to the boy she considers her son. When her arms tighten around him instinctively, Will starts to squirm. Mulder wants to see it as a sign that Will recognizes him, which is silly, or Scully, which seems likely; but in the end, he doesn’t know. Mulder has to stop himself from sprinting over there and grabbing his son out of the woman’s clutch. This is his son, he thinks, but this woman, this Mrs. Van de Kamp, she loves the child, too. And, as much as even the thought burns him, Will must love her as well. Mulder glances at Scully, quickly, before he turns away again. Her face is pale, ashen almost, and fixated on their son. Both her hands are on the car door; she’s ready to run away, to flee. Leave their son here and never talk about it ever again. They’re good at that, after all. He’s brought her here without any warning; he couldn’t have told her, he reasons, because she would never have come had she known. When her knuckles turn white from grabbing the door, Mulder winces and averts his eyes. Forgive me, he thinks again; his forever mantra now. Maybe one day she will. Maybe one day his son will as well.

The thing is that Mulder doesn’t know if he can do this without her. He knows he doesn’t want to. What he’s not sure about, though, is whether or not he’d do it anyway.

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