this is how i spend my friday nights off

US Presidents As Dril Tweets
  • George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
  • James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
  • James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
  • John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
  • Martin Van Buren: Food $200
  • Data $150
  • Rent $800
  • Candles $3,600
  • Utility $150
  • someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
  • William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
  • John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
  • James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
  • Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
  • Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
  • Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
  • Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
  • Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
  • James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
  • Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
  • Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
  • Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
  • Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
  • Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
  • Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
  • Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
  • John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
  • Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
  • George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
  • Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
  • George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
  • Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
  • Donald Trump: no
The Closet

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Word Counter: 1,483

Anon Requested

A/N: This was in my drafts and like I promised, here it is. Idk if ill write anymore, just depends on how i feel i guess. And go follow my personal tumblr if you want, i post pics of me and my dogs usually. @rora811

Warnings: None, fluff, slight angst i guess.




You snorted at the conversation you were having with your friends. “No way!” Veronica exclaimed. “I’m being totally serious.” Jughead stated with a wry grin. The current topic was about Jughead’s dog, and how “untrainable” he was. “There is no way he chewed through that bed. I helped you pick it out!” You exclaimed. 

Jughead placed a hand on his heart. “Scouts honor.” “Oh shut up Jug, you were never a Boy Scout.” “You never knew because I burned all the evidence.” He snapped at Archie. Betty just laughed. 

“Oh come on. It said extra durable, chew proof, and was verified for heavy chewers like your dog. What the hell.” You said. “I honestly don’t know how he did it. I left the room for like 5 minutes to make a sandwich and when I came back it was in shreds on the floor.” Jughead sighed. “Back to using old towels for him I guess." 

The four of you finally made it to Pop’s where you all sat in your favorite booth. After ordering, you all continued to make small talk about upcoming exams and such as other people form school came into the regular hangout spot. You all heard a loud gloating voice and groaned. 

There he was, Reggie Mantle, in all of his annoying glory. He made eye contact with you and smirked as he stalked over to your table. "Hey guys.” he said maliciously. “Hey Reg.” Archie greeted, he being the only one who was semi-friends with them. Reggie made eye contact with you again before speaking. “Soooo, there’s a party going on later, at my place. And I just wanted to take the precious time out of my day to invite you all.” Everyone’s eyebrows shot up with suspicion. “And why would we ever want to go?” Jughead asked bluntly. 

“Hey it’s just an invitation. Do what you want with it.” He said with his hands up in surrender. “Well, how about you take your invitation and shove it up your-.” “We’ll go!” Betty interrupted with a fake smile. You all looked at her in shock. “Yeah, we’ll all go. Just text Archie the address.” She said as Reggie grinned and walked off. Two glares were sent towards Betty. Specifically, you and Jughead. 

“Oh come on Betty, you know parties aren’t my scene.” You complained. “Yeah, I mean this is by far the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Jughead agreed with you. “Guys, we never get out! Come on, we’re sophomores. And how do we spend our Friday Nights, staying home and watching Netflix?” “

Hey! I’m totally ok with that.” You said. “Yeah, me too.” Jughead added. “Well I agree with Betty.” Veronica said. She stood up from the booth and gestured for you and Betty to do the same. “Come on girls. We’ll get ready together and then meet the boys at Reggie’s.” Your shoulders slumped. 

“But-.” “No buts y/n. Now come on, I’m not taking no for an answer.” She was about to walk off when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the boys. “If you both are not there, I will personally find you and drag you there myself.” She threatened, pointedly at Jughead. 

The next thing you knew, you were being dragged out of Pop’s as you heard a loud groan from Jughead. Veronica took you and Betty to her house, which was rather large. Once you made it to her room you gasped. It was about as big as your house. Betty was doing the same thing. 

“Oh this? This is nothing compared to our old house in New York, now come on, let’s find you two some dresses.” She threw open the doors to her closet and immediately started digging. She threw a couple dresses at Betty insisting she gontrt them on as she searched for something for you. She was satisfied once she pulled out a light blue dress, a red dress, and black dress. 

She handed them to you and pointed towards the bathroom for you to get them on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and groaned, not believing you were actually going through with this. With another heavy sigh, you quickly undressed and pulled on the blue dress. 

You stepped out of the bathroom for the other girl’s opinion. “I don’t know… I don’t think blue is your color.” Betty said as she looked. “Yeah… try the red one on!” Veronica ordered as you nodded in defeat and went back into the dreaded bathroom. You zipped up the red dress and walked out again, this time striking a pose. Both Betty and Veronica scrunched there noses. 

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s the right one either.” “Oh come on,” you struck an even more awkward pose. “You don’t think this one’s it?” They laughed and pushed you back into the bathroom with only one more option. You put on the black dress and looked at yourself. You actually liked this one. You stepped out of the bathroom shyly and awaited the opinions. 

 "Oh my god, I love it.“ Veronica said as she rushed over and examined everything. "Ooooh yes, that one’s it. It fits you perfectly y/n!” Betty commented making you smile. It fit very nicely, hugged your figure, and made your boobs look pretty great. For the next two hours, you all fussed over shoes, makeup, and hair. 

 Once you were all satisfied with your looks, you all carpooled to the address Archie had sent over. You met up with your other two friends outside, where Jughead stood there silently hating the world as you all walked in. There was a bunch of people from school standing around in their own groups of friends. 

When you five walked in, Reggie looked up to see who entered and grinned when he saw you. He left his little group to come and greet all of you. “Archie what’s up man?” He asked as they did the bro hug thing. 

He turned to you. “Y/n… you’re looking very fine this evening.” You felt uncomfortable under his stare. Veronica noticed and grabbed your’s and Betty’s arms. “Come on ladies, lets party.” She said and dragged you away. You three started to walk around, mingled with other people drank punch, had fun. 

About an hour into the party, someone suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven. Of course Veronica forced both you and Betty to play. In total, about 20 or so kids were playing. You all sat in a circle as kids took turns spinning a bottle and then disappearing into a closet for the next seven minutes. 

When it was your turn to spin you sighed heavily, not knowing what to expect. The bottle went in circles, taunting you as it chose who you would be in the closet with. When it finally stopped you were filled with dread as you saw him grin. 

 "I-I don’t want to.“ You muttered to Veronica who didn’t care and shoved you towards Reggie and the closet. He took your hand gently and led you inside the dark space. The door was closed behind you and someone shouted from the other side, "seven minutes starting!" 

 You sighed quietly as you stood not even a foot away from the tall jock. "Why don’t you like me?” He asked sincerely as you looked up to meet his dark eyes in the tinted darkness. “Because you’re an ass to people.” You answered simply.

 "I’m not an ass to you.“ He said. You snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something. You can tell a lot about someones character by the way they treat others.” You stated as his eyes met yours again. “What if I start being nice to other people, you know, stop being an ass." 

You weren’t expecting that. "For what? What’s this all about Reggie?” You asked. It was very quiet for a minute or two before he spoke again. “I really like you.” He whispered. You gulped. “You would change the way you act… for me?” He nodded. 

You smiled softly as you looked down. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked as you subconsciously stepped a bit closer to him. He leaned down and is lips were only inches from yours. “I’d do anything, to make you mine.” He breathed before connecting your lips. 

 You made no move to pull away as you liplocked. You enjoyed his kiss as he moved his lips against yours expertly. You weren’t expecting that either. The door opened quickly giving you no time to jumps way from each other, but you did, clumsily. 

The other students laughed as they watched you both walk out of the closet. You saw Reggie about to open is mouth so you grabbed his hand, holding it in yours. He looked down at you shocked, but kept quiet as you both walked out of the closet, together.

Failing Fridays - Veronica Lodge Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by magnusizzy

Warnings: Nothing much just minor swearing, fluff.

Request: Anon: Veronica fluff imagine with 76 + 25?🤔
25. “That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.”
76. “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Summary: Veronica hangs out at the reader’s place after school after the reader has a bad day.

A/N: This is my first Veronica imagine so I apologise if she’s a little OOC. Enjoy!! xx

After a long day at school you decided that instead of staying back you’d head straight home. You phone buzzes in you pocket but you turn your phone off too exhausted to care. First, all your teachers decided that weekends were overrated and they each gave you 3 hours worth of homework on top the assignments, then Reggie was being an ass, you failed 2 exams you were sure you were going to ace and to top it off you lost your favourite book somewhere in the school. Flopping onto your bed you flip open your laptop, shove your headphones in and put on your favourite movie. 30 minutes into the movie you were fast asleep.

Slam!

You jolt awake and quickly grab your laptop before it falls off the edge.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” Veronica mentions as she sits down on your bed making herself comfortable.

“Yea I’m sorry, I turned my phone off cos I just didn’t wanna deal with people anymore today,” you reply through a yawn.

“Aww come here,” she tells you opening her arms. You obey, crawling to her and cuddling into her, the smell of her perfume soothing you in a weird but wonderful way.

“So, what happened today that has gotten you so depressed?” You bite your lip contemplating whether or not you should dump all of your problems onto the comforting female.

“That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.” She smirks, “in all seriousness though, just tell me and Ronnie will make it all better.” The last comment makes you smile instantly, “See? I’m like magic.” You sigh and start to recount all of the details of your horrible day and she starts rubbing your arm soothingly.

“Aww I’m sorry babe, I know this is going to sound pretty cliche but it will get better Monday,”

“I know but until Monday I have a crap load of school stuff to do in addition to the plans with my family,” you sigh motioning to the work filled bag that you dumped in the corner on your way in.

“Ok, well how about tonight, instead of going to Pop’s with the gang like we usually do, we stay here and have a movie night?”

“Ronnie, didn’t you hear me? I have loads of work to do between now and Monday. I can’t slack off.”

“(Y/N) let’s be honest here, you are not going to get any work done tonight. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. It’s Friday night. So instead of spending hours staring at work that won’t get done, let’s stare at a screen that will either makes us laugh, cry or cuddle or do all 3 at the same time. It’s honestly up to you, but if you choose to work, I’m going to go have to throw it all in the bin and force you to cuddle with me.”

“So my choices are I can do homework and assignments or have a movie night with you but I can’t choose homework?”
“Pretty much,”

“Fine.”

“Yay! Oh come on (Y/N) perk up. We’re about to spend the next few or more than a few hours staring at hot actors and reciting classic unrealistic love professions while we cuddle in your bed.” The longer veronica keeps talking about tonight the more excited you get.

“Now, which romcom do you want to see first?”

“(Your favourite romcom)”

“I wonder how I would’ve guessed that,” she winks putting the DVD into the player. You leave the room while she sets up the movie to get popcorn. Five minutes later you’re both cuddled up under your blankets watching a movie that always manages to pick you up. You look at Ronnie during the movie and she pulls you closer.

Screw Monday, things are already getting better.

A/N: there you go anon, I hoped you enjoyed the imagine. Sorry it’s on the shorter side. Let me know what you think!!

Y/N = Your name

Friday Five

1.  Relay for Life got postponed until next Friday night.  So I have the night off!  Except I have to spend some of it trying to figure out how to re-book all of my plans for next Friday!  It’s always something….

2.  I have absolutely NO IDEA what to do tonight.  Trying to think of something fun to do with the kids that is relatively inexpensive.  Unfortunately, I’m not sure my back or my wife’s knee is up for bowling.  Old people problems…

3.  The Trump fatigue is real, yo.  Only like three and a half years to go.

4.  The school year is winding down.  I need to start thinking about what the kids are going to do this summer!  Yikes!!

5.  Might be a family Guitar Hero night.  Could be interesting….

Notice! [Probably] No Friday Fic Requests This Week!

Hey everyone! I figured it’s probably best to err on the side of caution - I probably won’t be posting any prompts/requests this Friday as I’m about halfway through most of them but won’t necessarily have time to finish by tonight.

See, I’m going to Ottawa Comicon this weekend, which means I’m spending tonight doing last minute housekeeping stuff and homework prep for next week as I will likely not be getting home until Sunday night (and I’m very seriously considering leaving my beloved laptop at home just because it’s clunky and I don’t want it to be stolen).

So on the off chance I don’t manage to finish at least 1 prompt by this evening, don’t worry, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled Fic Request Fridays by next week, and maybe an update on a different ongoing fic depending on how motivated I am. (Really trying to Meanwhiles & Neverweres, which has the next chapter completely outlined, but I just need to sit down and write the damn thing…)

Anyhow, thanks for understanding! I’ve been looking forward to a weekend off for ages! 

Salt

 Prompt: the reader thinks that Stiles is cheating on her with Malia and Stiles confronts her about it

Warnings: rude Stiles. Like hella rude.


“Hey Stiles!” Jumping, Stiles slammed his locker shut and whirled around to face me with wide brown eyes. I giggled and rocked back on my heels, hands clutching the movie case behind my back. “Guess what I rented for us tonight during my free period!”

           I expected a goofy face and some terribly off guesses. Maybe even a prodding finger, poking at my nose. What I did not expect was the word “Tonight?” to fall from his very pink lips.

           “Yeah…” I cocked my head to the side. “We agreed to watch a movie tonight- to celebrate all the exams we’re exempting. Pizza, soda, cuddles… the whole she-bang. A perfectly cliché movie-date to spend on a Friday night- which is also a bit cliché, but hey.” I playfully shrugged.

           Stiles pursed his lips, eyes trained above my head. “Oh, right, right… listen, about that…” I raised an eyebrow, starting to slightly dread the end of his sentence. I had a feeling it was going to crush me by the way his long fingers twisted around his pen, and how he chewed on his lip. “I promised Malia that I’d help her study- you know she’s really behind in her classes, and she still has to take all her finals.”

           I didn’t mean to come off as a bitch, but it sure sounded like it. “You’ve been helping her study for the past few weeks.”

           “Well, I guess not everyone can be a genius like you, Y/N. Hate to burst your blissfully-unrealistic bubble, babe.”

           Ouch. That stung. My gaze quickly turned to the floor. I hated when Stiles was upset- his typically endearing sarcastic personality would become razor-sharp and could nick you at the slightest touch. Hesitantly, I mumbled, “You and Malia have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

           “Oh my God.” A finger jerked my chin upwards, forcing me to stare into the brown eyes I had fallen so deeply for that it almost hurt. “Y/N, is this your way of telling me that you’re jealous?”

           I almost flinched at his cruel tone. He hadn’t sounded this harsh since he’d been possessed by the Nogitsune. “No,” I reached up to grab his hand, but he pulled away.

           “You have no reason to be jealous, okay? Malia is my friend, and I’m helping her out. I’m allowed to do that, you know.”

           “I know.” I assured him. “That’s not what I meant-”

           “I can’t spend every breathing moment with you.”

           My throat felt like it was closing up. “I don’t expect you to… we just had plans… and this is the fourth time we’ve had to cancel because you’ve been tutoring her…”

           “Three times. I’ve cancelled three times, and each time you told me it’s okay.” He put on a falsetto voice, “’Oh, Stiles, I think it’s so nice that you’re helping Malia with her schoolwork. You’re such a good friend to her. No, it’s not a problem. We can reschedule. I’m happy that you’re able to help.’” He ended with a brooding glare. “Were you telling the truth, or blowing sunshine up my ass?”

           It was like I couldn’t breathe. Stiles had never spoken to me this way. I wanted to scream; I wanted to cry. Why was he getting so defensive? Why was he so angry?

           A thought crossed my mind. It was so painful I almost cried out, but just then…

           “Stiles, are you ready to go?” I sucked in a breath, turning around to see Malia in all her bold, were-coyote glory.

           “Yeah, of course. We’re done here, right?” Stiles fixed me with a piercing stare, one that had me gulping and nodding. I had never been so afraid of Stiles- no, I had never been afraid of Stiles before. This was new, and terrifying.

           “Hey, what movie is that, Y/N?” Malia plucked the case out of my hands.

           With slightly shaking hands, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s Guardians of the Galaxy.” Stiles had been talking about how much he wanted to see it for the longest time. He already had the commercials practically memorized, being the adorable dork he was. I was hoping that it’d be a nice surprise for him.

           She smiled. “Oh, it’s so good. You’ll like it. Stiles and I watched it last weekend.”

           I doubt jealousy covered the pain racing through my veins, injecting its poison into my heart, pumping it through the rest of my body. All I could do was nod my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

           “Hey dudes… and ladies… well, I guess there’s only one dude and two ladies, so it’d be dude and ladies. Although now it’s two dudes… whatever.” Scott bounced up to our small circle, beaming. “What’s everybody doing tonight?”

           “Malia and I are studying.” Stiles nudged Malia with his elbow, grinning. “Got to make sure she’s ready for final exams and stuff.”

           Scott nodded. “Nice. Good luck, Malia.” Then he turned to me. “What’re you up to, Y/N?”

           Feeling very small, I shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.”

           His mocha eyes widened excitedly. “Cool! Neither am I! Mom’s working late; do you want to hang out? Liam’s camping with Mason, but he lent me a video game. We could play that. Or we could go to the arcade! Kira’s got some tickets that she’s not going to use- she and her parents are going out to eat tonight.” He let out a breath. “Wow, how desperate do I sound?”

           Despite everything, I laughed. Scott just had an infectious energy: when he was happy, you felt happy. Truly, genuinely happy. “That sounds like fun.”

           “Awesome!” He gave me a high-five before shoving Stiles’s shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you two nerds later. Y/N, need a ride?” Realizing that Stiles had driven me this morning, I nodded. “Cool. Let’s go.”

           As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder. To my horror, Stiles had his arm around Malia’s shoulders, and she had one of her hands in his back pocket. They were laughing. They looked happy together. They looked together.

           

           “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Scott asked as we walked in his front door. “If you don’t feel like going out, we could order pizza- or, actually, I think I have some frozen pizzas in the fridge. I need to go check.” He dropped his backpack on the couch before walking to the kitchen.

           The entire ride to Scott’s, my mind was reeling. I honestly felt like I was going to be sick. All I could see every time I blinked was the way Stiles and Malia walked down the hall. It was as if, as a cruel joke, someone had tattooed it to the inside of my eyelids.

           Slowly, I sank down onto the sofa, hugging my backpack to my chest. I needed to tell someone, otherwise I was going to explode. What better person to talk to than Scott, really?

           “Hey, Scott?” My voice sounded off. Thankfully he was still in the kitchen, rummaging around for who knows what.

           “Yeah?”

           “I want… I need to talk to you about something.”

           “Sure; what’s up?”

           Taking a deep breath, I said it. No beating around the bush. Like ripping off a band-aid. “I think Stiles is cheating on me.”

           For a moment there was nothing but complete and utter silence. Suddenly Scott was beside me, eyes wide and concerned. Incredulous, even. “What?”

           “He’s just… lately he’s been spending so much time with Malia. We make plans only to cancel them because Malia asked him to help her study or something. I know, that’s stupid for me to make a big deal about, but it’s all the time. And it’s not so much the cancelling and all the time spent together that bothers me- and it does, a lot- but it’s the small things too. It’s like… she moves, he moves. They’re like magnets. They’re always so affectionate with each other. And the other day, Stiles and I were planning on doing something, and he cancelled again- not because he had to help Malia study, but because she had asked him to go get Subway with her. Stiles hates Subway. But you know what he said? ‘Malia likes it, so I thought I would give it a try.’” By this point tears were stinging at the corners of my eyes. I could feel my cheeks flaming. My heart pounded demandingly against my rib cage, as if it wanted to rip itself out in order to escape all the powerful, consuming emotions I was feeling. “And then the things he said to me in the hallway-”

           Scott scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. “What things? What did he say to you?”

           Gasping, I got out, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to be so- so harsh, but-” I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tight and biting down on my lip. I was not going to cry in front of Scott. “It doesn’t matter.” I decided when I had got myself under control. Scott tried to protest, but I cut him off. “Look, I just- you know Stiles better than anyone. Do you think…?”

           I didn’t even finish my question before Scott was shaking his head. “Definitely not. Stiles loves you. He would never do that. Malia is just his best friend-”

           “No, Scott, you’re his best friend. Pretty much his brother. Malia is…” I didn’t have a nice word, so I stopped right there.

           Scott sighed and ran a hand over his face. Then he moved to where he could look my directly in the eyes. “Y/N, Stiles is not cheating on you. If he did- which he wouldn’t- you can be sure I’d kick his ass.” I gave him a small smile.

           “Thanks Scott.” I whispered. He kissed my forehead before saying, “I think a change of scenery is in order. How about we go see Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

           —

           Going to the movies with Scott was kind of like taking your new, friendly puppy to a dog park: he was incredibly nice to everyone; he wanted to get snacks; he also wanted to play the stupid little games outside the theater; during the movie he would make little comments just to get my attention and make me laugh. All in all, I had a great time. Scott was a truly amazing friend.

           Because it was a Marvel movie, everyone stayed in their seats when the credits began to roll. It was kind of common knowledge that at the end of every Marvel film, a little clip hinting to the next movie waited for the eager eyes of the audience. “I bet it’s going to be something goofy like Shawarma.” Scott poked me, causing me to giggle loudly.

           At last the highly-anticipated snip-bit came. There was lots of shushing, and then total silence. At the end, a very familiar voice exclaimed, “What did I tell you, Malia? I totally called it!”

           I froze. Scott and I exchanged sideways looks before scanning the rows below us- since we were the losers who had wanted to sit at the very top.

           It was easy to spot Stiles’s thick head of hair. Malia was leaning against his shoulder, laughing, while his arm was wound around her, holding her close.

           “Oh.” Scott said. “I thought they said they were studying.”

           “Yeah.” My voice cracked. “So did I.”

           —

           “Y/N, please.” Scott begged. “This is the women’s room. I’m not supposed to be in here. Let me take you home- or to my place, whatever works. Let’s just get out of here.”

           We were crammed in a tiny stall, girls chatting and texting and blowing their hands dry all around us. At first, when I ran out of the theater, Scott hot on my heels, I had been going for the exit. But Stiles and Malia were there, lingering near the games I had thought were cute when Scott was trying to play them.

           I didn’t want to try and walk past them. I couldn’t figure out if it was because I didn’t want them to see me, or if  it was because I didn’t want to see them. Either way, I had run to the bathroom, and Scott had followed me in, without thinking.

           At first no one had been in, so I paced and struggled to keep from yanking my hair out. Scott tried to calm me down, but he only made it worse. He heard someone coming and quickly pulled me inside a stall, sitting on the toilet and pulling me onto his lap in hopes that whoever was coming in would be done with their business quickly and never even know the two of us were in there.

           Well, that didn’t happen. More and more ladies showed up, and now we were stuck until they all left. Unless Scott was feeling brave… but I didn’t think I had the strength to endure the looks we’d surely earn if we were to step out of the stall now.

           “I don’t want to go.” I whispered into his neck between sobs. “I don’t want to see them.”

           “I know you don’t.” He murmured soothingly, rubbing my arm with his thumb in small circles. “But the only way we can get away from them is if we leave. Please, Y/N.”

           Reluctantly, I consented. “Okay.”

           —

           A hammering fist on my bedroom door had me jerking awake at ten o’clock the next morning. “Come in,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

           To my surprise, Stiles threw open the door. His mouth was set in a stern, unhappy grimace. It hurt to see him, especially when he looked so angry. That’s when I noticed the black eye. “Stiles, what happened?” I threw off the covers and ran to his side, pulling his face down to my level so I could get a better look.

           “Scott punched me. In my face!”

           “What? Why?”

           “Because he thinks I’m cheating on you with Malia!” Stiles pushed my hands off him, beginning to pace my bedroom floor. Slowly, I sat down on the corner of my bed. “He came to my house last night at like ten and when I answered the door, he clocked me in the face!”

           “Oh.” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. I didn’t know how to react to the whole situation.

           “So then I pulled his dumb ass inside and put a bag of peas on my face, and he sat down at the kitchen table and started talking about Subway and the movie theater and school and somehow these things all connected, making him believe that I was cheating on you, which really pissed me off, to be honest, because I’m so freaking in love with you that it’s like I can’t see straight sometimes. It hurts, loving you this much. A lot. More than my eye does right now. Which is also a lot.”

           A breathless laugh left my lips, and a tear trickled out of my eye. I quickly swiped it away. “I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, Stiles.”

           Stiles stopped pacing. “You didn’t think that I was cheating on you, did you?” He whispered.

           “Yeah I did.” More tears came out now, making me feel like a total idiot. There was no stopping them though. Stiles rushed to kneel in front of me, pushing my hands from my face to wipe tears away and force me to look in his eyes. I was reminded of yesterday, and how different the touches had been: that one too rough, this one tender.

           “Y/N,” He said, “I could never, ever cheat on you. I love you too much to ever do that to you. Malia is just my friend. Yeah, she and I are close, but it’s a sibling sort of bond we’ve got. I’ve been helping her study because she’s really behind. Last night we went to the movies to celebrate the fact that she completed her final exam review and got the entire thing correct. It was a big deal for her, and she offered to pay for my ticket, and I’m sorry, but I wasn’t about to pass up a free ticket to a Marvel movie. And the whole Subway thing was just a misunderstanding. Please believe me. I am so, so in love with you, baby.” And with that, he placed the sweetest kiss to my lips.

X-Files Fic: Rumor Has It

Rating: PG
Timeline: “Squeeze” to “The Jersey Devil”
Summary: Part Four of the “Early On” series.  Mulder and Ethan finally meet, under tense circumstances, and Tom Colton finds a new way to make a nuisance of himself.

Part One: Evidence Against
Part Two: Ask Again Later
Part Three: Fear of Flying




When Mulder finally meets Ethan Minette, it is not under the most ideal of circumstances.

It’s bad enough that the introduction is completely unplanned, worse still that it takes place in Scully’s apartment.  The fact that the place is crawling with police doesn’t help matters much.

But really, the icing on the cake is Ethan’s finding them in Scully’s otherwise-empty bedroom with their arms around each other.  

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me, currently jobless: spends $50 on lipstick

11:59pm // how I spend my Friday nights, planning and bullet journaling

I usually get super lazy on weekends and lose a lot of my momentum as a result. This year I’m trying to stay committed on weekends while also enjoying my time off with my boyfriend.

This is my assignment master list for 4 out of 5 of my classes (one is a studio and doesn’t really have due dates). Just looking at October/November makes me want to cry but if I get a start now it shouldn’t be so bad.

The Social Grace of Tindering: Chapter 5

Warnings: This chapter contains strong language and mention of sexual activity. 

Fairy Tail College AU:
Lucy Heartfilia was finally convinced by her college housemates to get a Tinder since the last time she had a boy over was… never. Struck by the awkwardness and stupidity that some of these boys show, she finally seems to find a match that just might work. (NaLu, Gruvia, Jerza, Gale, and more) 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | FFnet

Chapter 5: The Start of a War


“Tell me again how I got dragged into this?” Natsu huffed as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and looked down at them. “I’m not so sure I feel comfortable with you driving my baby. Why the hell does it have to be my car anyway? Why can’t you take Ice Dicks’?”

“Mines in the shop fire for brains. I told you this last week.” Gray waved him off from his spot on the couch, his hands holding his phone up above his head as he played the game on his phone. “Just give Gajeel your keys. I’m still shocked you like to drive the damn thing so much with your weird motion sickness disease you two have.” He heard Natsu scuff and he grinned to himself. “Seriously, why do you get so sick whenever you are in a moving vehicle? Not only is it you, it’s like everyone in this damn household is like that. You, Gajeel, Sting, Rogue, and even Laxus who hides it better than any of you bozos.”

“It’s not like I can help it. I’ve been this way since I can remember.” Natsu glared towards Gray. “At least I don’t get sick driving my own car. When I’m in control of the directions I can control my motion sickness so much better.” He heard Gray snicker and he just groaned while turning back towards Gajeel. “Seriously, don’t do anything to her or so help me…”

Gray smirked towards Natsu, lifting his head up to give him a knowing look. “He might just christen the back seat up a bit for you since you haven’t yet.” He ducked his head when Natsu tried to backhand his head and he let out a laugh. “I’m only kidding!”

“You better not have sex in my back seat or so help me Gajeel…” He held the keys up in front of Gajeel and he just grinned as he snatched them out of his hand.

“Don’t worry Salamander, Shrimp isn’t that kind of girl, so I promise not to do anything too bad in it. Gihi.” Natsu deflated instantly but nodded nonetheless. “Welp, be seein’ yah folks later. I got a date to get on.” Gajeel walked out the door humming to himself one of the weird tunes he came up with himself.

“I can’t believe Gajeel, of all people, is going on a date at this moment.” Natsu nodded in agreement to Gray’s statement as he flipped over backwards on the couch to lay side-by-side to Gray. Their position was exactly the same – both of their legs up on the back of the couch while their heads hung off the edge.

“You’re telling me. I can’t believe Levy agreed to go out with him.” Natsu cringed a little but saw Gray visibly blanched at this.

“What a weird couple. Enough about them – what about tonight pyro? It’s Friday night and here I am stuck at home lying next to you. Not exactly how I want to be spending my night…” Natsu hummed in agreement before flipping backwards off the couch and pulled out his cell phone.

“I could text Erza, see what she’s up to, but I’m pretty sure she’s with Jellal. Lucy and Cana are studying so they are out of the equation…” He hummed to himself as he placed his chin in his hand, looking through his contacts. His scrolling came to a stop as he looked at Lucy’s name in his phone and a sly grin began to spread across his face.

“Oi, oi! I know that face! You just thought of something awesome didn’t you?” Gray sat up quickly and looked at Natsu expectantly.

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Liam/Allison- Whatever It Takes

Request-  a imagine where the reader is Allison’s younger sister and shes is a witch and huntress she wishes that Allison would be back alive and she wishes hard enough that she does come back and there is a cute reunion with the pack

A/N- Yeah, so I changed this quite a bit and I also added some stuff. I feel like I’ve written so many imagines where the reader or another character comes back to life and I just wanted to change it up. Hope you like it! Next up is an Isaac imagine.

You laid on your side, your head resting against your pillow as Liam snored into your hair. Your eyes flicked to the clock, letting you know it was 11:15. You had spent the past ten minutes wondering if something had held Lydia back, and you were beginning to think something had happened to her when your phone pinged.
You shifted in Liam’s arms, reaching out and grabbing your phone from your nightstand. You sighed in relief as you saw it was a text from Lydia, informing you that she was waiting for you in the parking lot.
You looked over at Liam to check that he was still asleep, and luckily he was out cold. He didn’t like for you to be in the apartment alone when your father wasn’t there, so he often slept over to make sure you were safe. Really, that just involved watching a lot of movies and making out for hours on end, but if it made him feel better you weren’t complaining.
Normally you loved having Liam there, especially over the weekend when you could sleep in and not go to school. But tonight you were planning something, and you knew Liam could get hurt if he interfered. That was why you had mixed something to knock him out with from one of your spellbooks, one that had been passed down several generations.
The recipe had been intended for a human, so you weren’t sure how long it would last on a werewolf, but you were betting on the fact that it would keep him out long enough for you to do what you needed.
You shimmied out of Liam’s arms, padding quietly across your room and stripping off your pajamas. You grabbed the clothes you had already laid out, trying to be as quiet as you could. After you quickly threw on the jeans and the sweater, you tugged on the combat boots perfect for trekking through the muddy graveyard.
You ducked under your bed, grabbing the oldest spellbook your mother had left you. Not only were the Argents a family descended from skilled hunters, but your mom’s side had also come from a powerful line of witches. It seemed that the powers were hit or miss, and while your mother hadn’t inherited them, you certainly had.
Allison hadn’t received them either, but what she lacked in power she had certainly made up for in strength. You felt a pang in your chest as you thought of your sister, which only made you more determined to carry out your plan.
You shot a glance at Liam, still snoring softly in your bed. You sighed, grabbing your coat and tucking the book under your arm and heading towards your front door.

“You ready?” Lydia asked as you hopped into her car, turning up the heat when she noticed your cheeks flushed from the cold.
You nodded. “I was born for this.”
“It might not work,” Lydia warned, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. “Anything could go wrong, Y/n. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“We talked about this,” you complained, shooting Lydia a look. “We both agreed we’d do whatever it takes.”
“If ‘whatever it takes’ means losing you too, then the deal is off,” she informed you, a slight edge to her voice.
“I have to do this,” you told Lydia forcefully, looking up at her with desperate eyes. “I have to bring Allison back. Scott doesn’t know anything about this, right? And Stiles either?”
Lydia shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. “No one besides us. Against my better judgement, I might add. The only one who might even remotely suspect us is Deaton, but only because we asked him about it last month.”
“Then there’s no one to stop us,” you told her.
Lydia nodded, swallowing nervously and placing her hands on the steering wheel. “No there’s not. And it better be worth it.”

You tossed your shovel up above you, pulling yourself out of the grave and standing over the huge open pit. You dusted dirt off your hands, but it was under your nails and in the creases of yours palms, and you knew it would take forever to wash off.
With a huff, Lydia climbed up next to you, looking down at the wooden coffin and swallowing thickly. “You know, digging up my best friend’s grave in the dead of night is not how I imagined spending my Friday evening.”
“This isn’t exactly a blast for me either,” you told her, watching her try to pick dirt from under her bubblegum pink fingernails.
Lydia dusted dirt off her skirt, looking down at the open pit. She remembered the last time she had seen the coffin, when it was being lowered into the ground while you sobbed in her arms. She shook off the memory, peering around the darkened cemetery.
There were no lights out here except the flashlights you carried, and they had long been forgotten on the ground so you could dig up Allison’s grave. Lydia reached down and picked one up, shining it around and looking at the darkened gravestones.
“I’m surprised we haven’t been caught yet,” she remarked as you flipped through the spell book.
“We won’t,” you promised. “After Isaac’s dad died, the town took this place over. No one’s going to be out here.”
She shifted where she stood, her boots sliding over the damp grass as she looked down at the open book in your hands. “Is that it?”
You nodded. “Yep.”
“You don’t have to do this,” she told you, trying one last time to get you to reconsider. “It’s not too late.”
“We already dug up a whole grave,” you reminded her. “I’m pretty sure it is too late.”
Lydia huffed. “Fine. Then we better do this quick before Scott or one of the others finds out.”
“Alright,” you told her, taking a deep breath. “Get ready to scream.”
You gripped the book firmly in your hands, your nails digging into the leather as you began to read aloud. “Memini arripere sis usus cui vita concederetur ab adipe stringeretur. Venire per mortalem ostium surge et ambula accipite iterum.”
A strange sensation ripped through you, and the energy in the air began to change. This was the most powerful spell you had ever done, and you could feel it. Lydia could feel it too, and as you spoke the Latin, she felt a scream being torn from her chest.
She opened her mouth, letting out an ear-shattering wail in the dead silence of the graveyard. You fell to your knees in the damp grass, dropping the book in pain and pressing your hands over you ears.
It felt like forever before she finally stopped, but when she did the strange wave of power you had felt was gone, and now you were on your knees in the silence of the graveyard. You looked up at Lydia, who was staring at you in confusion.
“Did it work?” you asked, scrambling up on weak legs and looking at Allison’s coffin.
“I-I don’t know,” Lydia admitted. “I thought it would but…I guess not.”
You looked down at Allison’s desecrated grave, feeling a dizzying wave of grief wash through you. You knew it had something to do with how much power you had used, but also with the chance of being so close to getting your sister back and failing.
“This isn’t fair,” you whispered. “It was supposed to work. It had to have worked.”
“But it didn’t, Y/n,” Lydia told you gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on. We need to put all of this back before-”
Suddenly a loud thump! sounded from under you, and you and Lydia both jumped. You shared a look, your eyes meeting her wide green ones before you quickly looked down at the coffin. Another thump! hit your ears, and before you could move a muscle, the lid was being thrown open.
Allison sat up with a gasp, scrambling out of the wooden box she had spent so long in. Her long legs were bare under her dress, and she was shivering in the cold of the night.
“Allison?” you gasped, looking down at her pale face.
Lydia knelt down, scrambling for the flashlight she had dropped when she had screamed. She picked it up with trembling fingers, shining it down on the dark-haired girl who was blinking up at her in confusion.
“Y/n? Lydia?” Allison asked, blinking in the light being shined in her eyes. “What happened?”
She pulled herself out of the grave, kicking off the heels that had been placed on her feet. She walked towards you slowly, her eyes narrowing in confusion when she saw you and Lydia flinch slightly. She looked back at the grave behind her, and only then did she realize what was going on.
“I died, didn’t I?”
You nodded slowly, still stunned that the spell had actually worked.
“God,” Allison breathed, looking from you to Lydia. “I-I feel like I missed you. I didn’t know I did, but I missed you.”
You nodded feeling tears welling up in your eyes at the fact that your sister was right here in front of you. After she had pushed you out of the way of the Oni’s blade at Oak creek and died, you had felt like it was your fault. She had died to save you, and you had had the dream of her coming back a million times. It was always so vivid, and you were always so happy that you were convinced it was real until you woke up to the harsh bitter reality that Allison wasn’t back.
That’s what it felt like at that moment, when you saw your sister standing in front of you. But when she stepped forward, bringing you into her arms and nearly crushing you in a hug, you knew that this time she was real.
You pulled away, feeling tears streaming down your face as you looked at Allison’s face once more. But as you tried to study her features, you realized that black spots were filling your vision.
“Y/n?” Allison asked. “Y/n, you’re bleeding!”
Lydia studied you carefully, feeling a chill run through her when she noticed blood streaming from your nose. She was still shocked that Allison was actually there in front of you both, but you were her number one concern.
“It’s the spell,” she told Allison. “It must have-”
“Lydia!” a voice called out in the night. “Y/n! Where are you?”
“Scott,” Lydia stated, looking over at Allison.
“Y/n! Lydia!”
“And Liam,” you breathed, looking around and trying to focus on something, but you found that you couldn’t.
“Y/n,” Allison warned. “What’s happening?”
You didn’t answer her, but instead you stumbled back, trying to keep yourself up. You didn’t manage for long, and soon you were spilling to the ground with Allison just barely catching you in her arms.
“Y/n!” she cried, looking down at you in fear. “Lydia, what’s happening to her?”
“I-I don’t know!” the banshee cried. “We didn’t know what the spell would do to her!”
“And you let her do it?!” Allison demanded. “Y/n, just-just stay awake okay? Don’t close your eyes!”
You wanted to listen to her, you really did, but as you looked up at her distraught face, your found yourself growing weaker and weaker. Your eyelids began to flutter, and despite Allison and Lydia’s begging and pleading, you slipped into unconsciousness.

Liam said in the waiting room at the vet clinic, his knee bouncing nervously as he waited for Deaton, Allison and Scott to come out of the exam room. It had only been hours ago that you had curled up in his arms and fallen asleep, or at least he had thought so. Little did he know that you were only pretending, and you had drugged him so that you could sneak out and raise your older sister from the dead.
According to Lydia, the plan was supposed to go off without a hitch, but when he had gotten there with Scott and Stiles in tow, you were lying unconscious in Allison’s arms with blood dripping from your nose. You had been cold and pale, and Liam had been helpless to do anything as Scott scooped you up and sped to the vet clinic.
He ran a hand through his hair, cursing himself for being stupid enough to let you trick him. He should have been there to stop you, and now you could potentially die because he hadn’t.
The door the exam room swung open, and Liam jumped out of his chair, the metal leg grating across the linoleum floor. Allison gave him an odd look as he sprung out of his chair, raising her eyebrows at the younger boy.
“How is she?” Liam asked nervously.
“Her fever went down and she should be awake in a few minutes,” Allison informed him. “She’s going to be fine. We’re just lucky Deaton is back from Russia by now or she might not be.”
Allison walked over to the line of chairs, plopping down and running a hand through her tangled hair. While she had come back fully human and with everything in its proper place, she couldn’t say the same for state of her appearance. Judging from Liam’s skittish demeanor and the fact that he was now sitting two chairs away from her, she could tell she made him nervous, and her rugged appearance did nothing to help.
“So you’re dating my sister?” Allison asked, eyeing Liam up and down.
He nodded, swallowing nervously as Allison looked him over. The older girl did scare him, and not just because she had just risen from the dead. He had heard stories of how good of a fighter Allison was, and he had no doubt she could kick his ass.
“Scott tells me you have some pretty bad anger issues,” Allison continued. “But I’m sure you’d never hurt my sister.”
“N-no!” Liam cried. “No way! She’d probably kill me if I tried…not that I would ever hurt her!”
Allison suppressed a laugh, understanding why you liked Liam. But freshly risen or not, she knew she was going to have to play tough sister now. “Good, because I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m pretty good with a bow and arrow.”
Liam nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then you should know that if you ever hurt Y/n, physically or emotionally, no matter where you go, I’ll still be able to find you. And if you run, just know that I can hit a moving target pretty well.”
Liam nodded, his head frantically bobbing as he looked at Allison in fear. Just then, the door to the exam room opened again, and Scott popped his head out. “She’s awake guys. Is…is everything okay?”
“Yep,” Allison told him with a smile, and Liam nodded vigorously.
“…okay then,” Scott told them, giving Liam a weird look. “You can come back and see her then. Deaton is going to head out, but we can let ourselves out.”
Liam nearly burst out of his chair, heading for the back room of the clinic and ducking around Scott. Scott looked over to Allison once had had disappeared. “What was that all about?”
Allison laughed, light and sweet, and it was music to Scott’s ears. “I think I scared him.”

“Y/n!” Liam exclaimed as he saw you sitting up on the exam table, a cup of water in your hand.
“Hey,” you told him, flashing him a guilty smile.
He looked you over, taking in every detail from your mussed up hair and the circles under your eyes to your muddy jeans and boots. “You’re okay?”
“I still have a little bit of a fever,” you told him. “But I’ll be fine.”
“Good. Because you scared the hell out of me!” he exclaimed, his blue eyes angry and hurt.
“I…” you started, having no idea what to say. “Yeah.”
“You had no idea what that spell could have done to you,” he lectured you. “It could have killed you! You could have died!”
You closed your eyes, rubbing your hands on your temples to try and ease your oncoming headache. “I know.”
“And you lied to me!”
“I know.”
“A-and god, I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispered, his voice softening. “I heard Lydia scream and I thought you were dead.”
You looked up into Liam’s blue eyes, having not realized how much this had affected him. “I…I’m sorry. I thought I’d be okay. I just…I needed my sister back.”
“I get it,” Liam told you, now more calm that he was before. “But, uh, next time you want to raise anyone from the dead, can you please let me know first?”
You laughed softly. “I’ll think about it.”
You yawned suddenly, rubbing your eyes in the dim light of the clinic. Liam hopped up on the table next to you, patting his shoulder and pulling you against him. “You can sleep if you want. For real this time.”
“Sorry about that,” you murmured into his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he told you, running a hand down your hair. “You’re okay and that’s all that matters.”
You smiled, leaning against him and closing your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you, listening to the slow thump of your heartbeat as you drifted off in his arms. You were sound asleep and you stayed that way, even when Liam scooped you into his arms and carried you out beside Allison and Scott. That night, you slept the best you had in months, and you didn’t wake up once.

Imagine spending Friday night with Jared

I ring the doorbell two times before I get my hands into my pockets, it’s and oddly cold night in Los Angeles. Jared appears in the door almost immediately and he obviously looks surprised by my presence there.

“I thought… Emma called you?”

“Yeah, and I know it’s my day off, can I come in now? I’m freezing”

“Oh, sure, sorry”

He moves away from the door to let me in and I thank how warm it feels inside. Freaking LA feels like summer all year and it had to hit a cold night when I have to take the bus to Hollywood Hills.

We walked towards Jared’s studio and it looks as messy as it did the day before. I take my jacket off and leave it with my bag in the couch. Jared still looks at me confused and I can’t bear his eyes on me.

“What happened to Emma?” He finally asks, “She was here a few hours ago and didn’t say anything about this”

“She had an emergency at home, didn’t say more” I shrug, “She called and I had the night off, so I ended up accepting. If you want me to go, say it before I miss the last bus home”

I’ve been working with Jared for a while, maybe a little less than two years, and it was all professional between us. Obviously our relationship wasn’t as close as with Emma, she was his best friend and assistant, I was just the girl who helps them with editing or whatever else Jared needs.

“Oh no, I need the help. Didn’t Emma told you anything about dinner?”

“I was supposed to bring you dinner?” I ask him surprised, does Emma do everything for him?, “She didn’t say anything about dinner”

“It’s ok” He shrugs, “I have some quesadillas left from lunch”

We spend a whole two minutes without saying a word, he plays with his hands and, call me crazy, but I could swear he’s nervous.

“So…” I start, and that brings him back to earth.

“Yeah, work”

Jared starts tidying up his desk while putting in front of me piles of paper. I watch him as he talks about having lots to do and that we might stay up all night, his hands take his hair out his eyes from time to time and I giggle inside because of this. Jared notices that I’m not paying attention and looks at me intrigued.

“You’re gonna have to give me a whole week off after this” I tease as I shake my head.

“It’s not that much work, we’ve had busier nights with Emma”

“So I’ve heard” I mumble picking some of the paper work, and I know he heard me, “When do we start then?”

“You’re not hungry?” He asks, sitting on the floor next to me.

“Nah, I’m ok”

He nods and starts showing me what to do with all the letters and random papers with parts of song lyrics on them. Jared can be a really neat guy, but when he gets in this “work bubble” he doesn’t even care about cleaning, all he sees is work and now we were organizing all his work from past weeks. I allow myself to take a peek on the new lyrics and can’t help but notice that these promise to be amazing songs in the future, but knowing Jared, most of the lyrics will end up in the trash.

An hour later I’ve stacked up every single one of the papers on his desk and I sit to take a short break. Jared spends all this time just looking at his laptop, reading emails and answering them all.

“So… You’re still going out with that English guy?” He asks after a few minutes of silence, only hearing him typing.

“Who? Alex? We broke up six months ago”

Jared gives me a surprised look and I laugh at his face.

“You seriously need to put more attention at my conversations with Emma, all this work will drive you insane” I notice how he shrugs and leads his eyes back to the laptop screen, “Seriously Jared, do you even remember how old I am?”

I stay silent waiting for an answer, but he shields himself on his concentrated face, even though I know he must be trying to remember how old I said I was in my interview two years ago.

“Young” He finally says and I burst into laugh.

“God, you need more free time, dude”, I sit next to him on the floor and take my laptop off my bag, I know we will be using them now, “By the way, I’m 20”

“Told you, young” He says with a silvery voice, concealing a smile.

I turn on my laptop and I notice by the corner of my eye that he’s looking at me. I look him back and I receive a smile in return while all I can think about is how much I want him to look away from me, that his eyes are bursting something in my chest that I shouldn’t be feeling right now.

“You need a haircut” I end up saying and the connection of our eyes is lost thanks to my stupid comment, I roll my eyes and I hear him giggle.

“Yeah, and you need a new boyfriend. It’s Friday and you have the night off”

“You’re paying me for this extra hours, if it wasn’t for that I would probably be somewhere else, believe me”

Why do I always have to act like a bitch around him? God, I hate myself. I don’t even receive an answer from him, he just gives me one last look and gets back to work.

“What else do you need me to do?” I ask to break the awkward silence in the room.

“Update this on the site, you can go home when you’re done” Jared answers handing me a paper sheet not even looking at me.

I take the paper from his hand and I start working. Great, I annoyed him.

All I have to do is delete some things out of stock from the merch and add new ones. It doesn’t even take me half an hour and when I’m finished I turn off my laptop and save it in my bag. When I check my watch I notice that the last bus home has already finished its last route here and I will have to walk and try to find a cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” I whisper and I’m not sure if I spoke too quietly, or he’s just ignoring me, because I don’t receive any kind of answer.

I take my jacket and head towards the front door, there’s no need to insist, if I say something else and we end up fighting I’ll probably finish my night unemployed.

When I get to the front door I hear him coming towards me, I turn around to say goodbye but I end up cornered between him and the door. His hands go straight to my face and I feel his fingers touching my skin like it is made of porcelain, my breathing is heavy and I can’t help but lay my hands on his chest. I’ve never seen his eyes this close and the usual blue is now intense and I notice his pupils dilated. I can feel his breathing on my face and the view of his eyes disappear as he close them, caressing my cheeks with his nose. I close my eyes too, hypnotized by his touch and I grin when I feel his lips leaving small kisses on my jaw.

“Jared…” I mumble grabbing his shirt to pull him closer to me.

He doesn’t say a word and keeps kissing me, making his way through my neck. Jared grabs my bag with one hand and leaves it on the floor without separating from me, I drop my jacket on the floor and I moan when he grabs me by the hips to make me wrap my legs around him, cornering me even more on the door.

“Would you stay?” I hear him ask when one of his hands grabs me by the neck to make me look at him.

“Only if you kiss me” I whisper in response.

A smirk appears on his face and a second later his hand is pushing my head to his. Our lips finally make contact and I feel like I’m in heaven. At first the kiss is gentle and I get to enjoy how soft his lips are and how caring his hand is while holding me against him. But in a second everything heats up, and It’s not only his lips that I’m tasting, his tongue starts playing in my mouth and I notice how our breathings start speeding up. I wrap my hands around his neck, not wanting to let him go, but we break the connection to catch air. His eyes lay on mine and I can sense the desire between us. I let go off the grip of my body against him and I notice how his posture changes, probably thinking that I’m leaving anyways. But I hold his hand and walk to the studio with him behind me. I’m still at the door when he grabs me again and starting kissing me while walking towards the sofa, we both fall on it and I start going all over his body with my hands. When I get to the edge of his shirt I help him take it off, our lips seal again and I giggle remembering our recent conversation.

“Wasn’t I too young?” I ask, grabbing a lock of his hair to place it behind his ear.

“Does it look like I care?” He answers and I notice how smoky his voice sounds.

Now it’s my turn to loose some clothes and help him take my shirt off. His kisses start covering my chest and all I can do is pull his hair while I feel his hands getting rid off my pants. The kisses start going up again and when he gets to my lips, Jared just leaves a small kiss and makes me look on his eyes while his right hand strokes me till he gets to my knickers, getting inside them to start rubbing me. I try to look down, to see what his hand is doing that is giving me such pleasure, but his left hand pulls my chin up.

“No peeking” He whispers and I feel my breathing getting heavy.

His hand rubs me with more intensity as my moans get louder and a permanent smirk lays on Jared’s face. I can’t help but push my hips against his hand in hope of getting more pleasure from him as I feel the orgasm closer and my whole body heating up.

“That’s right, come for me” Jared whispers again and again with his eyes glued to mine.

My eyes shut while I feel my whole body starting to shake, a last moan comes out of my lips and I’m already done under Jared’s body. I try to get my breathing back to normal, but he’s not done yet. I open my eyes to find him standing from the sofa to take off his pants. I sit taking his hands into mine to keep them from continuing and give myself some time to recover. I kiss his belly as I unzip the pants pulling them down. His hands go to my head and start pulling my hair as my kisses lower at the same time as his boxers. I’m only able to taste him a few times before he pulls me up to throw me on the couch again, this time getting rid of my wet knickers and my bra. I feel him inside within seconds and the moans start again. I wrap my legs around him to take him full length, my hands on his face and our eyes without being able to look away. His lips touch mine in short kisses and we lose contact to catch air and let little moans escape. One of his hands clears my face from my hair and then keeps it in my cheek caressing my lips and chin. Jared starts pitching faster and I feel as my heart would bumped out of my chest at any second. I bury my nails on his back and I hear him moan in response, a couple of pitches later Jared reaches climax and keeps moving inside of me till I let go of a last moan feeling his body collapse above me.

I can feel the irregular breathing on my neck, he’s still inside me and I feel whole. When he recovers himself a bit, I feel him coming out and I moan to the movement and later emptiness of my body. Jared giggles at my reaction and kisses me again, resting his hand on my cheek.

“Don’t worry” He says, holding my chin, “The night is young and there’s way more from where that came from”

“Nice way to spend this Friday night” I whisper playing with a lock of his hair, he kisses me again and smiles with his lips pressed to mine.

“You seriously don’t know how long I’ve wanted this” Jared whispers with his eyes looking at me amazed and with the now permanent smile on his face, “I felt like an idiot trying to get to you”

I’m speechless, I stop playing with his hair and he notices that my whole body is tense now.

“You’re my boss and I’m too young, you already said it” I whisper looking away, but his hand holds my chin again to make me look at him.

“Yeah, I’m your boss, and I said that I didn’t care about your age” A new kiss on my lips and I can’t help but smile, “Now stop whining about everything and start kissing me”

“As you wish, sir” I giggle, kissing him again.

Best Way To Spend A Friday Night.

Word Count: 2,998

Requested: No one follows me, so no.

Smut: Hell fucking yeah

Warning: Smut (duh) so pls don’t be, like, four.

“Mr. Styles,” I called as I entered the large, beautifully decorated office. “Mr. Horan is here for your three o’clock meeting,” I told him, looking down at my planner. He let out a sigh, taking his eyes off of his macbook and began to near me and Mr. Horan.

He shook Niall’s –I believe- hand and offered him a polite smile, to which Niall returned. “How are you?” Mr. Styles asked. I began to walk out of the room, seeing as he told me beforehand that I was not needed for this. I headed for the elevator, excited to get home and have a bit of “relief”, considering I had woken up horny.

I walked out of the building and proceeded to wait for a cab. Once I had hailed one, I told my address to the driver, and finally was on my way home. The car ride felt like forever, and the shitty pop music just added to my eagerness to get home. I began to fidget in my seat, crossing my legs wanting some sort of friction then uncrossing them. I had to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down, but once I saw my apartment building every moral I had when in the car disappeared. Once the car had stopped I had thrown my money at the passenger seat, clearly overpaying, and was already out of the car.

My excitement coursed through my body when I saw my apartment door come into view. I quickly got my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. I ran straight to my bedroom, taking articles of clothing off as well. Once I was down to my lace panties I jumped on my bed and put my hands on my breasts, rolling my nipples in my forefinger and thumb. Moans spilled out of my mouth as I felt the dampness in my panties increase. I took one hand off of my breast and slowly crept it down towards my clothed clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out a sigh, my hand increasing its speed. Soft moans and panting were the only things you could hear in the room. I took my hand off of my clit and slipped it in my panties, continuing to rub harshly on my throbbing clit. My moans increased and began to get louder as I slipped a finger into my soaked pussy. My body was in ecstasy as I added another finger. Moaning, I brought my hand that was resting on my breast down to my clit, rubbing furiously searching for my orgasm. My moans were louder than ever, to the point where the neighbors could possibly hear. My body shook violently, the feeling in the pit of my stomach growing as my orgasm washed over me and let out a final moan. My breath was unsteady, and my heart raced as I lay on my bed worn out and tired.

I let out steady breaths and removed my fingers from its previous area. I made my way to my bathroom, planning to take a bath. I turned the knob on the tub, adding lavender scented bubbles soon after.  The sudden knocks on my door startled me. I threw on my silk robe from Victoria’s Secret and neared the front door. No doubt it would be a noise complaint, as per usual. I opened the door and was surprised by Mr. Styles’ head of curls facing me. I cleared my throat, gaining his attention as he settled his attention on me. His eyes widened as he saw my appearance, his emerald eyes piercing my body licking his lips as he did so. It had then dawned upon me that I was only in a robe, one which barely covered my ass. He smiled, the silence becoming more awkward by the seconds. He opened his mouth, but soon closed it shaking his head after. “Uhm, do you need something?” I asked, trying not to sound rude.

“Do you have company or,” he chuckled. I gave him a puzzled look, not following what he was talking about. But then it hit me like a bus, he heard everything. My jaw dropped and a groan escaped my mouth. “You heard?” I asked. He chuckled, once again, and nodded. I placed my hands over my face, it heating up by the second. “God, was I that loud?” he laughed, which was basically the first time I had ever heard his laugh and it was kinda hot. He grabbed onto my hands and took them in his, removing them from my red face. “Don’t worry, it’s normal to have hormones, Y/N” he offered me a polite smile, dimples and all.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, figuring that it was weird to be standing out of my apartment for nearly five minutes. He nodded, and I opened the door wider for him to enter, closing it behind him. “How did the meeting go?” I asked, attempting to make conversation. “We didn’t finish, his wife went into labor,” he was looking around the room, noticing all the small fixtures I thought would tie the place together. I nodded understandingly, I adverted my gaze to my fidgeting hands. When my mother got remarried, my sister went into labor during their vows.

It became awkward again as neither of us spoke up. I looked up at him, but his eyes were already on my body as a smirk was on his plump lips. “Who was it?” He asked, the smirk never leaving his lips. I gave him a questioning glance. “What do you mean,” I asked. “Come on, who did you imagine when you were touching yourself?” He got up from my couch, coming towards me. “I can’t just do it for my pleasure?” I asked, arching one of my eyebrows. “Who does it purely for pleasure anymore? I wouldn’t be able to do it, I always imagine someone,” the smirk on his face was beginning to annoy me, my urge to slap it off growing the longer it stayed. “And who would that be?” I asked, licking my lips. His eyes locked on my lips, licking his soon after. His gaze went south, towards my breasts; the only thing covering them was the robe. “Eyes up here buddy,” I snapped, rolling my eyes after. His hands found my hips, a questioning look on my face. His lips neared my ear, “Who do you think, princess?” His hands found my ass, squeezing it in his large hands. Moans threatened to spill, my breathing hitched as he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. The feeling of his hands on my butt disappeared, as well as the feeling of him all together. “See you at work, Y/N” he smirked, a pout on my lips as he went out the door.

I puffed out a breath of air when my eyes widened. “Shit!” I shouted running to my, still running, bathtub.

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I exited the elevator, walking towards my office. Another day of hell, I thought while letting out a groan. I unlocked the door, and entered, plopping down in my chair soon after. I let out, yet another, loud groan. “What a lovely way to greet me, Miss Y/L/N.”I looked up, noticing Mr. Styles in the doorway with a stack of papers in his hand. “Sorry, just tired,” I apologized, sitting up properly in my chair. He made his way near me, handing me the stack of papers. “Fax these to Horan Enterprises, and then make three copies of each paper. You’ll keep one copy while Liam and Louis keep a copy.” I gave him a questioning glance at the mentions of ‘Liam and Louis’. “My bad, Mr. Payne and Mr. Tomlinson.” I nodded, following what he was saying. He gave me a smile and exited my office. I groaned once more and then started on my instructions for the day.

I had continued to run about all day and had to venture onto the streets of New York, seeing as he asked me to pick up his dry cleaning, get him something for dinner and drop them both off at his penthouse. Once I had returned back to the office, it was ten ‘till five. Just ten minutes then I have Friday night to myself. A knock on the office door brought me out of my daydream. I muttered a come in and Mr. Styles sauntered in with his essentials in his hand. “You can leave now, no need to wait the ten minutes if you’re already finished.” I flashed him a grateful smile and gathered my things. “You ready?” He asked. I responded with a curt nod. We then made our way to the elevator, taking it to the car garage.

“Do you have a ride?” His eyes found mine, as I shook my head. “Okay,” he responded looking away, I stared at him with a questioning look, not knowing what he meant. “Stop staring,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. “Stop rolling your eyes, they’re gonna fall out,” he smiled. Just to aggravate him, I did it once more. He glared at me, as I stared at the elevator doors. “Stop staring,” I mimicked with a smirk on my face, whilst he had an angered look on his.

Once we had reached the garage, he motioned me to follow him to his car. I stood beside him, as he looked at me questioningly. “Well, get in,” he stated in a ‘duh’ tone. I glared at him, getting in the passenger side. He then made his way to his side and then exited the garage.

The ride to my complex wasn’t uncomfortable, though it was filled with silence. Once he had pulled up, he parked at the spot designated for my car, if I had one. I had gotten out, shutting the door after thanking him. Once I had gotten to the stairs, he was following me. “What’s up?” I asked, not understanding why he was following me. “I’m coming in.” he stated, not caring if I had plans. Which, I don’t. “Why? I might have plans I need to get ready for,” I continued the way to my door. “But you don’t, so I’m going to keep you company.” I pulled the keys out of my purse. “How would you know,” I turned around, glaring at him. “Because, you would’ve kicked me out already,” Fuck, he’s right. “Fine, but don’t blame me for only liking Saturday’s nightlife.”

I walked towards my room, slamming the door after. I undressed and put on a tank top –one that made my boobs looks fucking amazing- and shorts –which also made my ass look great. “Y/N” Harry whined. “I’m bored,” I laughed, opening the door and walking out past him. “This is my Friday night, Harry. I make no plans just to relax.” I plopped on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking on the tv. Harry groaned behind me, as the sound of ruffling clothes followed. I looked at him, watching as he took off his work jacket, his muscles flexing as he did so. I bit my lip, watching as he rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt, his tattoos evident under the white fabric. “Stop staring,” he smirked, looking over at me. “No thanks, I’m good,” I licked my lips. “You like what you see,” he asked cockily as I got up from my spot to near him, confidence surging through my veins. “I like what I see, a lot,” I smirked, placing my hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes that were now shades darker, lust clouding them. He placed his hands on my hips, drawing soothing patterns on the skin there.

I grabbed him by the back of his neck, crashing his lips with mine. Our lips molding together in a messy kiss. His tongue licking my bottom lip seeking access, of which I wasn’t going to give in soon. He rested his hands on my ass, licking my bottom lip once again; still I hadn’t given in yet. But once he slapped my ass, a moan escaped my parted lips as his tongue battled mine earning dominance. His hands squeezed and clawed at my ass, as I tugged on his hair. The longer we kissed, the messier it got. Our teeth were colliding, though neither of us mined, and his tongue explored my mouth. I moved my hands to rest on his shoulders then to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, his hand left my ass to take it off as well as my tank top. He groaned at the sight off my breast, “God, so fucking perfect” he placed his hands on my boobs, grabbing and squeezing them in his large hands. Our mouths were back on each other, memorizing and indulging at the feel of each other. He placed his hands on my thighs, squeezing the skin, picking me up soon after my legs wrapped around his torso. I detached our lips, kissing down his jaw line, occasionally sucking. Once I had reached his neck, I began sucking harshly on the exposed skin, soothing the sensitive skin with my tongue after. He then placed me on the island in the kitchen, tugging my shorts down my legs, smirking at the wet patch. He brought his head to the crook of my neck, attacking the skin there. I had brought my hands to the zipper of his pants, wanting them off immediately. I tilted my head back, granting him more access to finish his assault on my neck. He stepped away from me, removing his pants and shoes while I unhooked my bra. His eyes locked on my uncovered boobs, placing his hands on them soon after. He rolled them between his hands, bringing his head down to one sucking, licking, and biting bringing me immense pleasure. Moans left my lips, my head rolling back. I grabbed onto his hair, moaning out his name as groans left his mouth. 

“Please,” I whimpered, my hands tugging harder at his hair. “What, princess? What do you want me to do?” his hands traveled down my body and rested atop of my panties, subtly teasing. The wetness on my panties should’ve been enough indication that I wanted his cock in me. Now. “I-I want your cock,” I moaned out. He chuckled at my eagerness. “You sure?” I nodded eagerly. “You don’t want my fingers in that tight little cunt of yours, hm?” I moaned at his words, grabbing his hands and placing them on my clothed clit. “How about my tongue? You want my tongue on your pussy?” I nodded, lying back on the counter waiting for the feel of him. He began to rub my aching clit while loud moans left my mouth. He began to pull my panties down my legs, his breath hitching at the sight of my dripping pussy. His finger ran down my slit, coating it in my wetness. “Who made you this wet?” he asked, licking his lips. “You, Harry, you make me so wet.” He moaned at my words, blowing on my pussy. I squirmed underneath him, completely ready to feel his tongue on me. He held my hips, as he began. Placing his tongue right against me, licking a stripe up my pussy, groaning as he did so. “You taste so fucking good.” He continued working on my core, licking from my clit to my entrance. I moaned his name, tugging at his hair every time his tongue would work new wonders on me. He then stuck three fingers in me with no warning. My moans became more frequent and louder. He pumped his digits in and out of me at a fast pace. Both his tongue and fingers working me over the edge as my body began to shake. “Fuck,” I shouted as his tongue worked on my clit  as his fingers continuously found my g-spot with each thrust. “I’m gonna, fuck,” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. His fingers continued to pump as I rode out my high. “You taste amazing, baby girl.” He said sucking my cum off his fingers.

“You ready baby, god I can’t wait to be inside of you” He then thrusted inside of my pussy with no warning, stretching my walls with his thick cock. My back arched off the counter as he pulled out completely and right back in. The pleasure he was giving me was incredible. Our moans and my occasional screaming were loud. “God your pussy feels so good wrapped around my fucking cock,” he said with a harsh thrust, causing me to scream out in ecstasy. He grabbed onto my legs, opening them wider to reach a deeper inside of me. He lowered his hand onto my throbbing clit, rubbing harshly on the bundle of nerves. I let out a scream, me chanting his name soon after. “’m close baby” he moaned into my ear. “You gonna cum? Hm? Come all over my cock, come on princess, come all over my thick cock in your pussy.” He thrusted harder. I chanted his name as my eyes squeezed shut as I released on his cock. “Fuck,” he yelled as he came inside me, still thrusting riding out both of our highs. He groaned and dropped his head to lay in the crook of my neck. We stayed like that for five minutes before he pulled out of me and picked me up gently, carrying me to my bedroom. He lay me down in my bed, him following soon after cuddling me whispering sweet nothings in my ear. “Go to bed, baby.” He said, rubbing my back and pecking my lips.

This was the best way to spend a Friday night.  

A Fic Birthday Present

So Tumblr tells me that today my blog turns 2.  Two years of knowing you crazy wonderful people all over the world.  I wanted to say thank you for entertaining me, supporting me, and befriending me.  So here’s the beginning of a fic I’ve started that, honestly, I’m not sure if it’s going anywhere or not but I wanted to give you all something and I can’t sing so…

Oh, and it’s SuperCat.  God, help me.

Hubris.  That’s what it was, plain and simple.  It’s been the downfall of many of the rich and powerful and now I’ve become its latest victim.  No.  That’s not right.  I can take responsibility for my own actions.  It was my own hubris that brought me to this point, strapped to a table in a musty underground…lair?  I have no one to blame but myself.  Perhaps, I should start at the beginning.  Well, not the beginning but you…god, what is happening to me?

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Reunited At Last

Imagine Request: can you do a blurb or something where nate is in the army and you miss him and then he comes home?


Life with your husband in the army fucking sucks. My husband, Nathan, has been deployed for 8 months, and I’m still not sure when he’s going to come home. I miss him so much.

We FaceTime once a week, Friday’s at 8pm, but obviously that is just not enough. Tonight we are facetiming and hopefully he doesn’t get swept away from our time like he normally does.

To get ready, I go put on some red lipstick and touch up my eyeliner. He really loves when I wear red lipstick. I don’t think it looks good but he insists that I wear it.

7:55pm

I go into my office and log onto FaceTime on my Mac before lighting some candles. I know he can’t really enjoy the candles, but it just makes it feel more romantic for me. Once that’s done, I wait.

8:00pm

Right on the dot, I get Nate’s FaceTime call and I answer immediately.

“Hi babe!”

“Damn lil mama, you look hot tonight!” Nate replies with a grin.

“Just tonight? Not every Friday night?” I say with a pout on my face with my arms crossed.

Nate starts to laugh, “no no, you look hot every night, obviously. But tonight you got that red lipstick I like on,” he says and he winks at the end. God I miss seeing him wink in person, it always makes his dimples pop.

“Well good. You know I wear it just for you.”

I can see a look of lust in his eyes, “I know, baby.”

“I miss you, Nate… I want you to come home..”

“I miss you too lil mama, those lackluster eyes make me sad..”

I can’t help but laugh, “where on earth did you learn a word like lackluster?”

Nate starts to laugh now too, “I’ve been writing some new music while I’m here and my buddy Johnson taught me some new words.. Word is he used to do real good in school so I figure I could take the tips.”

“Oh I see… Well I’m glad you’re still working on music”

“Ain’t nothin in the world that can stop me from writing music.. This time apart has inspired some of my lyrics”

I start to blush, “oh yeah?”

He tries to hide his smile, “yeah..” I see him start to fiddle with his thumbs.

“Everything ok, Nathan?” I ask. I hate to see him upset.

“I just miss you, y/n. And I love you. And I want to see you.”

“But you’re seeing me right now, babe”

He chuckles a little bit, “I mean in person! Where I can hold you tight in my arms and never let you.”

“Oh… Well I love you too…” I sigh, “and of course I want to see you in person soon too, but for now this is what we got.”

I hear shouting in the background of his side of the video and I start to get nervous, “what’s going on Nate?” I ask as I see him frantically looking around.

“I’m sorry y/n, I gotta go.. Don’t worry, everything’s going to be ok”

“Wait, Nathan! I love you!”

“I love you too”

And he’s gone. I can’t help but have a pain in my chest. What’s going on? Is he going to be ok?“

Wednesday

Today I got an email saying Nathan will be too busy this Friday to FaceTime me. This will be the first Friday since his deployment that we won’t FaceTime. I don’t know if I can deal with that. How am I supposed to spend my Friday night? Out at a bar drinking like every other 25 year old? I haven’t done that in forever.


Friday

All day I’ve felt like shit. Knowing I won’t see Nathan tonight kills me. When I got home from work I decided to just order pizza and watch movies by myself all night. Hopefully that will keep my mind off of when the clock strikes 8pm.

7:50pm

Halfway through Remember Me, and I can’t even pay attention to what’s happening. I’m too worried about Nate. What if he’s not busy? What if he’s hurt? What will I do? I look at my phone and it now reads 7:58. I throw my phone across the room, I hope it’s broken.

I start to hear a beeping. My phone must not be broken because that’s my emergency alarm for every Friday night at 8pm. I start to cry because all this stress is finally taking over me. He could be in serious danger right now and I’ll have no idea.

“Don’t cry”

What?

I look up from my hands to see Nate. Standing in the doorway. No fucking way. He drops his duffle bag and I jump out of bed and into his embrace. My legs are wrapped around his torso and I sink my head into neck.

“I missed you so much, lil mama”

“I missed you so much more. I love you so much,” I say looking up from his neck. He leans and starts to kiss me. It’s the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced because we’ve both been waiting so long to do this.

“I’m never leaving you again” Nate says.

“Thank god.”

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I hope yall like this! I think it turned out really cute! 😊
Not as Planned

Request: Can you do a Vic imagine where you’re at a party and you’re talking to some guy and he kinda pins you against a wall and Vic is drunk and sees and gets pissed off and punches the guy and gets mad at you and since y/n is like 19 Vic is really pissed and goes on about how he doesn’t want you to leave him for a younger guy and that hed be heart broken but like he sounds pissed when he says it then blah blah kinky agressive sex ;D? Thanks so much!xD

SMUT WARNING ;)

Big request! Hella. 

xxx

Bodies pressed tight together, lack of oxygen, too many drinks and foam everywhere. What a fabulous way to spend a Friday night. My boyfriend Vic and I decided it would be a good time to go clubbing. 

I was swaying along with the shitty generic pop music and trying to get into it, which undoubtedly, wasn’t too hard when you were as intoxicated as I was. 

I seemed to lose track of time and also, I lost Vic. Panic mode began to settle in. I felt a pair of strong hands come behind me and whiskey breath down my neck. I just assumed it was Vic and began to grind on him.

“Wow, hey, take me to dinner first,” the man laughed evilly in my ear.

“Wait, fuck. You’re not Vic,” I blurted aloud, stupidly. 

The strange, strong man, took no notice of my panic and took me over to a quiet corner outside, so deluded that it was basically an alleyway outside of the building which ultimately looked like a rape scene waiting to happen. 

“Hey, we don’t really know each other and I have a boyfriend, could you please leave me alone,” I whispered shyly, mentally cursing myself for coming across as so weak. I knew I wasn’t, he was just a lot stronger than me.

“You’ll do as I say, bitch,” he smirked and threw my back against the wall. It hurt like, a lot. A lot a lot. 

He began to trail his lips down my neck whilst I squirmed to get away and eventually he fell. Or well, was punched.

“You get the fuck off of her, now,” I heard. Vic.

“Oh my God, Vic,” I ran over to get him and started crying into his shoulder. He held me with one arm whilst he stared disapprovingly at the man.

“Don’t fucking touch her, ever again,” He spat to his face. The man waved his hands in the air with a sheepish smile as sign of defeat.

The cab ride home was silent, I was still drunk, I believed Vic was too. I unlocked the house door only to be pushed in and pressed against it.

“No one will ever be able to touch you the way I touch you,” Vic said against my neck to which I growled.

He took of my shirt, lifted me up so I was in between his waist and took me to our double bedroom. He threw me on the bed and stripped himself. He then took of my dress and tied me to the bed with my belt.

“Vic, what are you doing,” I questioned, quite worried.

“Being in control,” he smirked back.

He began to kiss down my neck as I arched my back, mouth agape. He reached my breasts, fondling them roughly whilst I bit back a moan.

“I bet you the other guy couldn’t make you feel like this,” he said in my ear.

He kissed all the way down to the line of my stomach then stopped. 

“You’re gonna suck me now and you’re gonna like it.” he purred.

I did as I was told, slowly taking in the shaft then left him there to fuck my mouth. I hummed a little so I could send the vibrations through his cock. He seemed to be enjoying himself due to his mouth, ajar.

Without further warning he emptied himself into my mouth and I sat choking a little on his cum.

“That’s right, you better swallow,” he said in his possessive voice.

He then scratched my back and made his way back down to my entrance.

He drew shapes with his tongue and eventually put his fingers in, slowly rubbing my clit. I moaned slightly as I closed my walls around him and came.

Without any words exchanged, only eye contact which sought approval to do what was coming next. No warnings, just a straight thrust in making me cry out in frustration and pleasure. 

“Say my name,” Vic said whilst riding on top of me.

“Vic,” I moaned lightly.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said, a little louder now.

“I want you to fuck me, really hard. So hard I can’t walk tomorrow,” I shouted, maybe a little too loud.

We kept exchanging smirks and scratches until eventually I was ready.

“Vic, I’m gonna cum." 

"Me too,” he growled in a sexy, husky voice.

Shortly afterwards, my walls caved around him and I came. He pulled out of me and put his dick in my mouth, me swallowing his cum for the second time in a night.

“Fuck,” I muttered as he collapsed beside me.

“That was pretty hot,” he laughed back.