they were there today again

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down
Nurses and doctors ran from local hospital to save lives in London terror attack
Many Brits are saying emergency services have made them most proud of their country today
By Nicola Oakley

I don’t ordinarily share tablodi articles, but I felt it important to share this one. More than ever, today I’ve been reminded of that Mr. Rogers Quote:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”    
And today we were reminded again of the helpers. I saw a clip in which a police officer called to transfixed passers-by, urging them to run to safety, making sure they got out of the way of danger. I saw the clips of passers by, doctors and nurses from Tommie’s run to the aid of the people who’d been injured. Pictures of politicians giving first aid to victims. 

But also, because, out of all the tragedy and chaos, this image summarises all that is great about the NHS.  A Ward Sister has evidently run out, blankets in tow, ready to distribute them amongst the victims. I don’t know who she and her colleagues are, but I recognise their resilience and their initiative because I see it every day in my amazing nurse colleagues. Despite the pain, I smiled when I saw this image, because of course a Sister would make order out of chaos and sort things out.

Rather than sharing images of the victims at their most bulnerable, I wanted to share an image of some of the formidable people who ran in when every fibre of your being is telling you to run away.

I’m proud to work amongst such people. And though I wish that we didn’t face such difficulties with the NHS, or face attacks like today, there’s nobody else I’d rather be stuck in this situation with than people like them.



So here is my weekly spread in all its rose and red colored glory! I’m very happy with how it turned out since it was inspired by Jimin’s rose colored hair for their comeback I mean did you look at him?? Oh and btw i died watching their new mv of Spring Day but I’m going to stop here since I don’t want to fangirl too hard haha and also because red and rose are some of my favorite colors 🌸

Domestic Dispute (mercymaker, G, 1k)

i actually started writing the first one forever ago and forgot about it so i dragged out the draft and finished it up LMFAO

for those just joining: this is based off the true event of the time i was in quickplay and our widowmaker named “daddy” got a lifesaver play of the game for saving my fragile healer ass from both a reinhardt and a s76 and i wanted to die of embarrassment

read on ao3 here

When the team returned to the dropship after a successful defense of the payload, nobody was quite sure why, exactly, Angela seemed to be in such a foul mood. Her lips were drawn tight, her knuckles white on her staff, face flushed with something like furious embarrassment… Lúcio had tentatively asked her if she was alright, and the dark glare she’d shot in his direction quickly dissuaded the remainder of her strike team from asking.

With the exception, of course, of one Amélie Lacroix, whose shit-eating grin was equally noticeable.

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Today we resist. We stand in solidarity with the women who have lost their lives on hospital beds because doctors have refused to remove a septic foetus because it still has a heartbeat. We stand with the thousands of women who have to travel to the UK every year to have an abortion because they face a 14 year prison sentence if they have one at home. We stand together, tall, against those who do not allow us the rights to our own bodies.

With all the new information released about Tuam, we must resist now more than ever against the Catholic Church. They have the audacity to control our bodies, to forbid us our right of abortion when they have murdered over 796 infants and dumped their bodies in a septic tank.

We stand for our foremothers who were forced into the Laundries and Mother and Baby homes, who never had even the choice of travel, whose babies were ripped from their arms and never seen again.

Today we stand for women all over the country who deserve better.



Requested by Anon #286

Iris: Hey Barry, how has your day?
Barry: *sighs* I met up with Y/N today.
Iris: Oh. Y/N. Didn’t you just hang out with her yesterday?
Barry: Yeah but we were both free today so we decided to hang out again.
Iris: I was working only half a day, I could’ve met up with you.
Barry: That’s great Iris but what me and Y/N we doing today wasn’t really your type of thing.
Iris: Oh.
Joe: *walks in* Barry! How did it go with Y/N today?
Iris: They had fun, apparently.
Joe: So she didn’t turn you down?
Iris: What do you mean?
Barry: I told her how I felt about her.
Iris: Barry. Do you really think that was a good idea? I’m glad she turned you down because that was just stu…
Barry: What do you mean you’re glad she turned me down?
Joe: She said yes?!
Barry: I’m officially dating the beautiful Y/N! *laughs*
Joe: That’s amazing Bar. *hugs him*
Iris: Yeah, totally amazing.
Barry: What’s wrong?
Iris: I just don’t think she’s right for you.
Barry: To you, nobody is right for me.
Iris: She’s not.
Barry: You might not like her Iris, but she’s my girlfriend we both care about each other so please just be happy for me.
Iris: Sure. Congrats.

heyy guess what series i finally watched


Finest girl I ever met in my whole life, wanna take her home, make her my wife.
Knew she was a freak when she started talking…

ok but imagine this. garrus is walking around the normandy, doing whatever it is he does when he’s not calibrating, when he sees it: two crew mates make fists and hit them together.

imagine garrus being confused because the act looked as if it were meant to start a fight, but both crew members are smiling and laughing gently as they continue their conversation.

imagine garrus asking what it was that they had just done, that thing with the light punches to each others fist. imagine the crew mates explaining to garrus the concept of a fist bump.

ok now imagine garrus beginning and ending every conversation with a fist bump.

Let’s appreciate how almost all of You’s screen time in Episode 8 was devoted to her saying “Chika-chan…” and giving Chika worried looks.

The King of Self-Pity (Part 2)

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2539


A/n: this is like my fav thing to write, so I’m probably going to do a part 3 as well! (it may include a lil smut too :^) )


Originally posted by kyloxdriver

You entered school grounds wiping sleep from your eyes, having just been parted from your warm and comfortable bed. You hoped to see Kylo again today, but there were no guarantees with that boy. He picked and chose which days he’d show up, skipping out on classes he didn’t like or teachers he didn’t want to see. But he had told you he’d be here, so you kept an eye out.

You had thought about the events of yesterday all night, mulling it over your head like a strange enigma. It couldn’t be a trick, for Kylo had seemed too genuine. But at the same time, something felt odd. You knew it was uncharted territory, being a friend of Kylo Ren’s, and yet something else tugged at you restlessly, causing an uneasy anxiety. You had feelings for him, that would be the only true explanation. But you didn’t want to. You thought it was weak to fall for someone who had caused you so much grief. But even just remembering the way he held your hand, or how he considered you fondly with those big brown eyes. It made your heart race faster than anything before.

“My my, what do we have here.” A dark voice announced. You turned, finding yourself surrounded by Hux and his bunch of loathsome friends. Hux had once been close with Kylo a long time ago and they used to torment kids together, but they fell out hard, resulting in a mutual hatred. “Scurrying off to one of your smart kid classes (Y/n)?” He mocked.

“I am.” You replied, unfazed, continuing to walk away. Hux stepped out in front of you, a dangerous smirk on his face. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

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Let Me Show You *Smut* ~ Conor Maynard

Characters: Reader X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1651

Summary: Conor and Reader are best friends that flirt and tease each other a lot but never go futher. What if one day Conor has enough? Well, let him show you.

Request: For my baby @buttercreambabys

Not my gif

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“Baby I’m homee.” You shouted entering the Maynard/Pieter apartment and walking towards the living room, hearing the Maynard brother’s voices.

“Well, well, well you back.” Conor smirked as you sat yourself down on his lap, playing with his hair.

Jack looked up from his phone smirking at the way you were both sat, “Again. For the second time today.”

“Your flat is warmer than mine.” You smirked back at Jack, “Go back to texting Y/F/N.

“I’m not texting her.” Jack replied sticking his tongue out at you.

You pulled a face at him, “Y/F/N and Jack sitting in a tree…” You sang under your breath.

You went to sing the next line but a hand slapped over your mouth. “Give me attention princess.” Conor whispered in your ear.

Smiling you turn to face the boy you have fallen deeply in love with, “Jealous baby?”

“No, I just want my best friend attention.” Conor smiled and started tickling you.

“Conor!” You screamed punching him in the stomach and ran out the room towards his room. By the time you got into his room, Conor suddenly grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.

“Do you really think you can punch me and get away with it…princess?” Conor whispered his mouth hovering right above your ear.

“Con-” You started but got cut off by him placing small kisses on your neck.

“Sh babygirl.” Conor whispered nipping slightly at the skin.

You let out a small moan when he hit that oh-so special spot, feeling him smirk against your skin and started sucking a bit harder. Although the oh-so special spark faded away when your phone started ringing, at first you both ignored it but it rang for the second time and you knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Groaning you pushed Conor off you, “What.” You spat down the phone.

“Y/N! Never going to guess what?” Y/F/N shouted down the phone.

“You and Jack started dating?” You questioned smirking, while Conor looked up with a smirk on his face as well.

“W-what? No.” She stuttered.

“Hmmm, you got a dog and named it lunch?” You laughed hearing her groan.

“No. Just listen, remember Dylan?” She questioned, while you flickered through you mind trying to place a name to a name.

“Oo, the hot brown boy from your work?”

“Yes! Well guess who got you a date with Mr. Sexy.”

Conor watched as your whole face lit up in pure excitement and frowned harder already from hearing the words before, he doesn’t want to know what you friend has planned.

“When is it?” You questioned a smile growing on your face.

“Tomorrow. Want to go dress shopping or maybe something a lot more revealing?” You can practically hear the smirk.

“I’ll meet you at Starbucks in thirty minutes?” You hummed turning to face Conor seeing the frown on his face.

She hummed hanging up the phone, leaving you with a frowning Maynard. “What’s wrong?”

Conor shook his head, “Nothing babe. You going?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll speak to you later okay?” You hugged him goodbye before rushing out the apartment shouting goodbye to Jack too.

Conor sighed walking back into the living room where Jack was sat watching the football, “Tell her?”

“She left before I could.”

Conor walked into the restaurant where the whole squad was waiting for him, as he walked through to the back he noticed a very familiar face seated with a very unfamiliar face. Frowning he took in what you were wearing, a red low cut dress which Conor noticed was very low everywhere, he noticed the way your hand was holding his and something with him snapped.

He stomped over to the table you were sat at and turned his back on your date on purpose. “Y/N.”

You laughing faded as you glanced up at Conor, “Hey, I didn’t know you and the boys were going to be here.”

“I only just got here.” He replied smirking.

“Oh, well this is my date Dyl-”

“I don’t care.”

You stared at Conor wide-eyed before looking back at Dylan, “Uh…”

“Excuse me, mate but we are on a date here.” Dylan said slightly glaring at Conor.

Conor turned to Dylan looking him up and down before replying, “I don’t care.”

“Look mate, I don’t care if your her frie-” Dylan started but was cut off by Conor.

“Actually mate, she’s a lot more than a friend to me so right now, I’m going to take her home with me and I’m going to show her how to do a real date.” Conor smiled, grabbing you hand and pulling you up easily as you were still in shock mode. “So mate, have a lovely meal by yourself.”

Just as Conor pulled you away, you heard the voice of the younger Maynard, “Fucking Finally!” Then you heard the loudness of all your friends clapping.

Still shocked you allowed Conor to pull outside into his car, “What the fuck Conor!”

Conor pushed you into the car and ran round to the driver’s seat, “What?” He grinned.

“I-I was on a date. You can’t just do that!”

“I have.” The car started and you were speeding down the roads. “Let me show you how I can.” Conor looked over and smirked.

Oh how you were loving this Conor.

Conor dragged you from the car all the way to the apartment and into his room, “You know, for the past weeks I have been trying to hold these feelings in but tonight seeing you dressed like that and with him. I wasn’t going to hold back anymore.” Conor panted looking at you.

“don’t.” You replied.

Conor moved so fast you didn’t get to catch your breath before you back hit the wall. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist and body pushed up together. Lips met and there was no kind, caring Conor, instead you were met with a rough lustful one.

His hands fell down to your ass, he gave a rough squeeze and you let out a small moan. Conor took his chance and slipped his tongue in as you both battled for dominance, of course Conor won. He took his lips off yours, causing a whine to escape your mouth but that changed into a moan once his lips connected to your neck.

You keeping moan loving the way his lips felt on your neck, you felt him moved down further to that oh-so special place he had found earlier and smirked when he heard the most pornographic moan he ever heard come out of your mouth. Conor bit into it sucking hard, he pulled back and looked at the mark he made and let a proud smirk rest on his face.

You were in a state of heaven when you felt the pressure of your back against the wall go away, opening your eyes you noticed he was moving you to his bed. You took the chance to reach behind you and pull the zipper of your dress down before Conor laid you on the bed.

You looked up at Conor with hooded eyes watching as he threw his leather jacket and t-shirt on the floor before he crawled in between your legs, he looked up at you with a smirk and pulled your dress over your head only leaving you in lace thong.

Going braless was the best decision you made.

Conor dipped his head and captured your left nipple in his mouth nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. You tugged on Conor’s hair signalling him bring his mouth back to yours.

“Let me show you.” Conor whispered against your lips.

“Show me.” You whispered back hands travelling down his chest, nails digging into his skin. Your hands reached his jeans and you popped the buttons on his jeans and dragging them down his hips.

Conor got the hint and stood up taking his shoes and pushing both his jeans and boxers down as well. You felt your eyes widen at the sight you have been dreaming of since you were nineteen.

Conor crawled back in-between your legs and looked deep into your eyes, “I can’t wait any longer.”

You nodded closing your eyes feeling Conor’s lip press against your necked again while he ripped the lace in half, causing you to moan. Conor took you by surprise when he slammed into you and both your mouths fell open with a moans. You wrapped your hands around his body and scratched down his back.

“Bloody hell, you’re so tight princess.” His mouth found your nipple and started nibbling onto, you moaned and gasped due to the sudden pleasure when his hips found the perfect pace. Not so fast but not so slow.

“Conor…harder…” You moaned louder feeling the coil inside your stomach tighten and when you looked up at Conor you saw he was just as close as you were.

“Please, tell me your close.” Conor panted his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. Nodding your head Conor looked down towards you, “Cum with me baby girl.”

And with one last thrust you walls tightened around him making him moan aloud and his name leaving your lips in a scream. Conor’s movements became sloppier and he let out one last loud groan and you felt his juices fill you up.

It was the best feeling you both had felt.

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Conor pulled out flopping down next to you.

“Y/N.” Conor whispered, “I really like you and I know this is not the way I wanted to ask this but will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled towards him getting up, straddling him. “I think you’re going to have to show again.” You purred kissing under his ear.

“Oh, I can do that baby girl.”



Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.

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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.

You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.

“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.

“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.

“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.

Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.

Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”

You giggled and released him, “We-”

“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.

You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist. 

“Sorry E,” you smiled.

Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”

You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.

“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.

You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”


By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place. 

“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down. 

“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.

You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”

“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.

“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”

“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.

You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”

“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.

Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.

The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.

“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.

“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.

“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”

“Couples?” You laughed out loud.

Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.

You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’

Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.

Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.

“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.

“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.

“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.

Well, that was new.

You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Gray?” you said.


“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.

Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N?” he struggled.

“Yeah?” you managed.

“I love you.”

He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.

The next morning

You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.

The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.

“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”

- Ethan

Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.

You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.

You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.

“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.

“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”

“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.

“We miss you too.”

“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.

Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”

You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”

“I don’t have to do sh-”

The line went dead.

Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.

“Y/N,” Grayson started.

You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.

“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”

Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.

He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.

“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as  he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”

“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.

Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.” 

Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.

“Gray-” you stuttered.

“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.

“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.

“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.

He blinked down at you in shock.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.

“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.


You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.

Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.

“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.

“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”

Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.

“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”

Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.

Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“In a way, this is worse.”

“Hm?” you questioned.

“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.

You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.

“Then don’t say goodbye.”

During a meeting with Chinese executives yesterday I forgot it’s not normal to kiss people you just met in China, and straight up embraced the only dude (a VERY IMPORTANT executive) who was about my height and kissed his cheek like it was nothing and the guy FROZE in my arms. And I was like–well shit I hope I didnt just cost my boss his arrangement.

It was all kinds of awkward, hilarious, and horrifying.


Eren is like one of those persons who can be injured and tired but he’s always gonna be worried for others not for himself. Specially if this person is Armin…

Our Story - Jefferson (OUAT)

Requested by anonymous. 

You held tight to the cape around your shoulders as you walked through the woods, back to your house. You saw Grace playing outside, her stuffed rabbit in hand. Smiling to yourself, you decided not to worry her about what had just happened. Ever since those strange people came to visit, things had started to change. 

The girl who called herself Emma had said that they came from a different world. That you knew to be true, but you still didn’t understand how. With them, they brought strange piece of machinery, and many different styles of clothing. When you took them in, you nearly fainted.

Today, you almost fainted again. You were collecting wood for your fire, when one of the boys, barely older than Grace, came up to you. He introduced himself as Henry, and immediately began asking you questions about your life. When he was finished, he left you with one ominous tiding. 

“Someone’s trying to change your story, be careful.” He ran off again before you could ask what he meant. You hightailed it back to your home, hoping to talk to Jefferson. You dropped your cloak once you came in your kitchen, and got used to the coldness of just wearing a dress.

Jefferson came home about ten minutes later, and smiled at you happily. You smiled, too, just less than his. You stood up as he walked towards you, and placed affectionate kisses across your face. 

“Hello, love,” he said. 

“Hi!” Grace ran in and rushed into her father’s arms. He picked her up, and grinned at her, too. 

“How are my two gorgeous girls?” he asked. Grace beamed back at him, and started telling him stories of her day. You listened and nodded along. Jefferson would look over at you ever few minutes, and you would smile at him. He could clearly tell that something was bothering you, so he asked Grace to run off to her room and get a tea party set up. She smiled happily and rushed to the top of the stairs. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you seriously. He was frowning now. You took a deep breath and he reached for your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Someone came up to me today. One of the boys from the other world. He told me to be careful, because someone is trying to change my story.” Jefferson furrowed up his brow.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but he seemed really worried about it.” He nodded and thought for a moment. 

“Well, let’s find out. Get your cloak.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yes. I have seen things that should be impossible, inside this hat. I have seen dark, strange magic. If this boy says you are in danger, I will take him at his word. I don’t want any harm coming to you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You gave into his hand and smiled. He felt warm and safe.

You packed up a few provisions while Jefferson went to take Grace to the neighbors. He promised that you would be back in a few days. He came back, and picked up your bag. You put on your cloaks, and you were off. He didn’t really have a place in mind, but new that if you found the strange people, you would find your answer.

For a day, you just traveled. You slept on a hard, rocky floor, and then started walking the next day. It was nearly nightfall when you stumbled across the group. They were setting up tents of their own, and smiled when you walked up. 

“Hello,” one of the men said, a charming smile spreading across his face. 

“Hello,” you said. Jefferson nodded politely. 

“What can we do for you?” a woman, with raven black hair asked. You and Jefferson exchanged a look, coming to the agreement that you could probably trust these people.

“I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, Jefferson. Um, is there a younger boy here?” you asked, looking around the camp. The two people in front of you that were clearly a couple looked at each other and then around the camp. 

“Henry!” The same boy from before popped his head out of a tent, followed by a woman with blonde hair, most likely his mother. He smiled at you and walked forward eagerly.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I knew you’d be back! What are you doing here?”

“Well, Henry, I have some questions for you. First of all, how do you know my name?”

“My book.” He ran back over to his tent and pulled out a big storybook. He rifled through it and handed the book to you, open on a page with your face in it. Jefferson snatched it from your hand before you could give it a good look.

“What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. The blonde woman stepped in front of Henry.

“Hey, watch it!” she said.

“Why don’t you let your kid explain what the hell my wife’s picture is doing in your book.” You put a hand on his chest and he let out a breath. 

“Please,” you said, looking at the blonde. She nodded and looked back at Henry. 

“In the world we come from, your lives are just stories. You, the Mad Hatter,” he said, pointing to Jefferson. “Even my grandparents, Prince Charming and Snow White,” he said, motioning to the couple from earlier.

“You’re Snow White?” you asked in shock. She nodded and smiled slightly.

“Okay. So we’re characters in a book,” you said, trying to understand it. “But who’s trying to change my story?”

“That would be August.”

“Who’s that?” Jefferson asked, getting fed up. 


“Who?” you and Jefferson asked at the same time. The blonde laughed and Henry sighed. 

“It doesn’t matter who, it matters that he’s trying to change your story. If he gets a hold of this book, he can change everything about your life. Who you are, who you’re with, everything.” You looked over at Jefferson nervously. 

“What do we do?” he asked.

“We have to find August and convince him that what he is doing is wrong.”

“How do we do that?”

“We know he’s somewhere in the Enchanted Forest,” Prince Charming said. Jefferson looked down at you and frowned. You shrugged.

“How can we help?” he asked. 

“Help us track him down,” the blonde woman said. “When he sees that you both have a life-”

“He’ll just do it to someone else,” you said.

“We’re hoping to convince him otherwise,” Snow White said. 

“And if you don’t?” No one answered that question of yours, but they all gave forewarning looks.

When you finally found August, it was nearly a week later. Jefferson had been stressed out the entire time. For the obvious reason of searching for August, and for the fact that you had to leave Grace for a while. He was the most eager to walk into the house of August. 

The house was deep in the woods, surrounded by tall, tall trees. There was a deep purple door at the entrance, that you knocked on hesitantly.

“You’re gonna knock?” Jefferson asked. You shot him a look and resisted the urge to knock the hat off of his head. 

“What would you do?” you asked. 

“Walk in.” He tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. 

“Now what?” you asked with a cocky smile, looking up at him. The door opened a moment later so you didn’t have to wait for his answer. A tall, dark haired man opened the door, a pained expression on his face. Emma stepped forward and smiled at him.

“Emma,” he said.

“Hi, August.”

“What are you-”

“You know,” she said firmly. You shifted nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your dress. He looked behind her and his eyes trailed on you and Jefferson.

“Then you know I don’t really have a choice.” He motioned down to his leg and you saw that it was entirely made of wood. You clutched onto Jefferson’s arm in shock, but he stood firm. 

“You do have a choice. You can leave Y/N out of it,” he said, stepping towards August. The other man puffed out his chest and stared at your husband. You pulled Jefferson back.

“I think we can talk this through,” you said, looking at Emma, hoping for a little logical support. She nodded.

“Yeah, come on, this is ridiculous, August. Just let us in, and we can talk about this.” He groaned but opened the door wider. You all piled in and sat awkwardly around the couch. “Why do you think you can do this?”

“It’s the only choice I have. If I can get someone to fall in love with me, I can break the curse.”

“And you couldn’t do that in traditional ways?” Jefferson asked. 

“No. Not in a timely fashion.”

“So you’ll just take that which you can’t achieve away from someone who already has it?” August shrugged and Jefferson stood up and charge him, punching him square in the jaw. 

“Jefferson!” you said, standing up and pulling him back. August held on to face as he looked at the group.

“If there was another way-”

“There is another way, August. We just have to find the tree that I was brought to our world in. If we put you in that, we can reverse it all.”

“How long should I wait, Emma?”

“Long enough for me to tell you why this is a bad idea.” He looked you up and down, and you had to stop Jefferson from trying to punch him again. “Have you ever truly loved someone?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m not heartless.” Jefferson scoffed but you ignored him.

“How would you feel if someone took that away from you? Pretty awful, right? Well, think about how terrible it would be for this other person. The person who loves you back. They have to live without you now, too.” August looked uncomfortable and was no longer making eye contact. “I know you’ve met my enthusiastic husband, but I also have a gorgeous step-daughter I would like to get home to. Please don’t do this. Let us help you in a way that doesn’t harm anyone else.” 

Jefferson took a deep breath from behind you, and you could feel how tense Emma was, just sitting next to her. August was chewing his lip, deep in thought. If he said no, you didn’t know what you would do. You thought you had made a pretty compelling case. You hoped, at least.

“I don’t have much time,” he said, mostly to Emma. She nodded.

“It’s okay. We work well on time crunches.”

“You promise you’ll help me?”

“Of course.” He nodded and looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You smiled and looked back at Jefferson. He nodded but didn’t look at August. “Go back to your daughter,” he said, looking at you. You smiled and stood up. 

“Well that was stupid,” Jefferson said as you two walked back hand in hand. You laughed and nodded.

“If he was going to be so easy to convince I wouldn’t have joined them,” you said.

“No, it was a good thing you were there. You have a special way with people. They can’t help but love you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your lips softly. 

“I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too.” The walk to your house from August’s wasn’t that far, and soon you saw the familiar cottage. You breathed in the fresh air and smiled to yourself. You were finally home. 

“I’m sure Grace will love to hear this story,” you said.

“Of course she will,” he said. “It’s our story.” You beamed at him once more and tried to keep from sprinting towards your home. You knew you were home when you heard a shout.