Since Jason’s truck is still getting fixed up in the shop, they use Trini’s 1998 Land Cruiser as their transportation (She constantly reminds her friends that it’s two years older than them) and that they better respect it. Billy takes her seriously. The others don’t. Zack’s sure that Trini loves the car almost as much as she loves Kim.
First of all, it’s Trini’s car. after years of saving money from birthdays and a good paying summer job before she moved to Angel Grove, she bought it with her own money.
It’s missing a headlight and has a huge crack down the middle of the windshield.
Trini threatens the boys every time they get in “Zack if you put a dent in the roof I’ll kill you” and “Jason if you make us crash you’re paying for the damages.”
She doesn’t threaten Billy or Kim
Kim gets control of the AUX cord and is the only one allowed in the passenger seat (which pisses off Zack and he tries to take it from her. Trini says she’ll throw him out the window)
They start to call her car Hulk because no matter how much shit they put that car through, it’s still in one piece (besides the missing headlight and crack in the windshield) and that it really does feel like it’s indestructible.
One day Kim decides to have Billy hotwire Hulk so she can take him to the shop to “Paint over the ugly grey”
Trini catches them and just stands there looking all disappointed at her girlfriend with her arms crossed as Billy goes, “KIM MADE ME DO IT, I SWEAR!!”
Trini forgives Billy
She doesn’t forgive Kimberly
Later that same week, it’s Trini’s birthday so Kim wakes Billy up at 6 in the morning to steal Hulk. Kim takes it to the shop and replaces the light and windshield.
They drive back to an angry Trini which quickly grows into a happy Trini because, “Holy shit, both of the lights work again!!!”
The next day Trini notices painted pink lips in the corner of her trunk, which she didn’t notice before. Kim just smiles from the passenger seat as she hears Trini, “Kimberly!”
Hulk is the coolest car in the parking lot of Angel Grove. Everyone constantly asks Trini she’ll give them a ride. She tells them to fuck off. (They grumble when Trini lets Kimberly in)
Billy buys Trini a power ranger sticker family (Even though Trini swore that she’d never put a sticker on Hulk, she does it anyways because it’s Billy and she didn’t know that people were making them into car stickers now but she thinks it’s pretty damn cool)
Trini gives her spare key to Kimberly
Zack tries to steal it
Sometimes the gang shows up to school late because, “Kimberly, did you take my key?” “What? No, Trini, I haven’t seen your key, I have my own.” Trini and Kim then start bickering about using Kim’s key and Billy just goes, “It’s in your hand, Trini.”
Jason wants to sell his truck for a land cruiser
He doesn’t because, “Jason if you get a wannabe Hulk I’ll cut your balls off.”
It’s almost like Kimberly lives in that car. Her sweatshirts and various articles of clothing are everywhere
One day when it’s just Zack and Trini, Zack just holds up a pink bra. (Trini slams on the brakes in the middle of traffic just to punch him all while her face gets red) Zack doesn’t stop laughing.
No matter how many laws they seem to break with Hulk, they never get caught
Y’all can’t convince me that Kent didn’t buy one of those glitter bomb things for Tater when they had a fight. Like Alexei opens his mail and a shit ton of glitter falls out onto his lap and he just laughs his ass off because of fucking course Kent would do that shit. and the letter says passive aggressive things like “technically this is your fault but I still love you” “look at me, apologizing, like an adult” and “forgive me, baby? (you fucking better this costed MONEY)” And they call each other and make up and it’s all fine and dandy until Alexei just buys a ton of glitter and when he goes to see Kent he just fucking dumps it on him at random times in the day. and Kent is like “Love, you’ve done it three times now, it’s lost its charm” And he just gets fucking assaulted by glitter. Jack stops by later and he’s like “I guess you and Alexei had fun” because everything is covered in glitter. Kent. Alexei. Kit. The tables. Even the sink. “I’m getting a divorce.” Kent would say, bitterly, shaking more glitter out of his hair. (Bonus: Kent sends Tater a potato with “will you be my spuddy?” on it and that’s how they become friends.)
I challenge you to a drabble of a Reylo lovechild asking mommy and daddy how they met please and thanks
And so Coupdedoop discovered then, that she had no idea how to write a three year old. For she herself, has hardly ever interacted with one. Hope you like this Nonny! It was done pretty quickly but almost too quickly… so I’m hoping it’s alright!
“And so, Cinderella and the Prince were married, and lived happily ever after. The, End.“
“Mama! Read it again!” Rey smiled and hugged the small bouncing child tight.
“Padmé that’s the second time we’ve read you that story! How about you pick another?”
Padmé pouted and shook her head, dark curls bouncing into a mess that Rey would have to brush out before Padmé fell asleep.
“But Mama, it’s my best! I want my princess story!”
Kylo laughed from behind the two-leaning in the doorway.
“Then how about a story about your mother?” Padmé stared at her mother with wide hazel eyes-mouth hanging open in shock.
“Mama? Mama’s a princess?”
Rey rolled her eyes and smirked at Kylo.
“No. Mamas not a princess, my lovely.”
“You’re absolutely right!” Kylo strode over to the bed, sitting down at the end, trying not to take up too much space on the child’s bed. “She’s a queen now. After all, she married a prince didn’t she?”
Rey snorted, giggling slightly at Kylo’s corny expression.
“Prince! Oh, that’s funny.”
Padmé lightly tugged on Rey’s shirt, demanding her full attention.
Rey smiled lovingly at her daughter.
“How did you and Papa meet?”
Rey raised a brow, and smirked, turning over to look at her husband, who twiddled his thumbs innocently.
Kylo shot a put-off look at Rey, and sighed, putting on an exaggerated dreamy smile and reaching over to push hair from Rey’s face.
“You see, Padmé, it was fate. I had been having dreams about Mama for a very long time before we met. I knew that we were meant to be together. So one day, Papa went to go find his lovely princess.”
Rey rolled her eyes, sitting back with Padmé who eagerly sat at attention, drinking in her father’s every word.
“I searched high and low for her, but to no avail.”
Padmé wilted slightly, lip trembling.
She instantly brightened up, eager once again and shaking with excitement. Rey couldn’t hold back her grin, watching Padmé bounce with joy.
“I found her. On a beautiful green planet by a large stone castle.”
Padmé gasped and looked at Rey in shock.
“Mama IS a princess!”
Rey shook her head.
“It was Maz’s castle, sweetie. Mama’s not a princess.”
Padmé didn’t seem at all discouraged by this however. In fact she seemed to ignore it in its entirety in favour of believing her mother was true royalty.
“Papa! What happened next?” She demanded, reaching out for her father.
Kylo instantly reached back, taking Padmé into his arms and holding her up above him as he flopped back onto the bed.
“One of Papa’s soldiers told Papa where the princess was, and I went to go find her in the forest. Silly thing was running away, can you believe that, pumpkin?”
Padmé giggled and waved her arms about, enjoying the airtime her father provided.
“Mama ran away? Like Cinderella!”
“Yes! Just like Cinderella!”
Rey groaned, crawling down the bed a bit to sit beside her husband, who looked up at her with a ridiculous grin.
Rey didn’t really have the heart to tell Padmé that she was running from a warlord. Not a prince. That would be a story for another day.
“Finally, I caught up to the princess, and do you know what she did?”
Padmé shook her head, but was clearly enraptured and desperate to find out.
“What? What did Mama do?”
“She shot at me!”
Padmé’s face dropped, and she turned to glare at Rey.
Rey froze, not at all expecting the story to take this turn.
“Papa was forced to defend himself! And fight his precious princess!” Kylo moaned on, in an over the top voice designed to entertain.
“Mama, why?! Papa must have been so sad!” Kylo sat up, placing Padmé into his lap and nodding solemnly. Expression grave as stone he was about to be buried under should he not shut the hell up.
“I was very sad Padmé. And it didn’t stop there!”
“If papa wants to live it probably should.” Rey hissed.
Padmé shot a dark look at Rey- looking far too much like a younger version of herself.
“Mama should apologise to Papa!”
Rey stared at Padmé, quiet as a mouse. She couldn’t quite comprehend what just happened. Truly she didn’t expect this story to take such a turn. She glared at Kylo.
“I’m sorry Papa.”
Kylo bit back a grin, and nodded.
“Thank you Mama, I appreciate that.” He leaned in to give Rey a kiss, and she turned, lips to his ear.
Requested? Yes – ‘117 and 95 with Joe? ps. your imagines are amazing love! X’
“Can I do your hair?”
“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
[[I want to
apologise, like a lot a lot like so very much like im really really sorry for
being gone for so so long, ive sort of been trying to deal with a break up lolol
and me being me, I never talk to a soul about my feelings and shit so ive sort
of been quietly trying to deal with it hence my disappearance, but I really am
sorry and I hope you all can forgive me this one time]]
“Joe, we have to leave in a few minutes.” you said, looking
down at Joe as he lied lazily on his couch, phone in hand as he scrolled
aimlessly through Instagram.
“I know, Y/N. Don’t worry babe, I’m ready, just need to do
my hair and I’m done.” He shrugged, continuing to scroll through pictures on
“You hair looks fine.” You countered back.
“I still want to do it.”
“Can I do your hair?” You asked, your eyes brightening with
He softly laughed back, “Yeah sure, but, can I do your hair?”
You looked at him with confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted to colour your
“Oh…” You paused; you’ve never trusted anyone besides
professional hair stylist with your hair, to add a little brightness to your
hair, you’d colour it at home. But to let Joe, the known Youtuber prankster, to
do your hair wasn’t something you were as excited about. “I mean—”
“Come on, Y/N. You can do whatever you want with my hair, if
I can do your hair.” You reluctantly nodded, being slightly excited all whilst
be very nervous.
After styling Joe’s hair in a new manner, one both of you
were impressed with. The both of you left for dinner, laughing and forgetting
about the night’s promise you had made.
It was currently the next day. You and Joe were doing a
little shopping, buying a few necessities such as toothpaste and shampoo. That’s
when you remembered your promise to Joe.
You tried to grab a hair highlight kit without Joe noticing,
but he was right behind you, softly chuckling. “You aren’t very stealthy, Y/N.”
a sigh left your lips as your shoulders drooped down.
“Joe, I swear to god, if you mess my hair up—”
“I won’t, trust me.” However, you could not have trusted Joe
any less than you did in this moment.
As you finished your shopping and the both of you headed
back home, you went to throw on an unneeded shirt as you got ready for the mess
Joe was about to create on your hair.
“Welcome to my hair dressing saloon, Y/N.” Joe clapped his
hands together as an almost sinister smile crept upon his features. “We are
going to make you look gorgeous!” Joe exclaimed in a high pitched tone as he
sung out the last word.
“Joe, I will break your fingers if you—”
“No need to get violent, I assure you, I have had many years
of practise. Back in my days—”
You interrupted him as you laughed. “Back in your days? That
must have been, what, 1857?”
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m not that old…I’m much older. I’ve
had much more practise. No need to worry.” He continued to joke around, calming
your nerves. But as the reality sunk in, there was no denying you were worried
Joe’s playfulness would get the best of him and he’d mess with your hair.
“Joe, honestly though, please don’t—”
“Y/N…” Joe said with laughter, “you’re cute when you’re all
worried. I promise you I won’t play any pranks. When it comes down to your
hair, this is a very serious matter.” He smiled, reassuring you once more as
you nodded with a small giggle.
After a short while passed by with Joe’s brows creased in
concentration and few swear words said under his breath. Your hair was done and
all dry, he had even styled your hair just so he could be that little bit more
You looked towards the mirror, moving your head around to
see if he had missed any spots. “Wow, Joe. You actually did a really good job.
I guess those days in the 1800’s really paid off.” You giggled, a smile growing
on your face.
Joe nodded, brushing his shoulders off in a cocky manner. “Joe’s
hair dressing saloon never fails its customers.” You both let a small laugh
slip through as he hugged you from behind, giving you a gentle kiss. “Does this
mean I get to do your hair from now on?”
“No, Joe. Definitely not. This is the first and last time
you’ll get to touch my hair.”
“Are you sure? Because I can recall many times in which I grabbed
your hair whilst—”
“Joe!” You yelled, laughing loudly as you playfully hit Joe
on the shoulder, him chuckling back at you.
Ok cause of all the shit I felt like writing something tonight so here goes..
First off I wanted to show you just the fucking way his eyes follow her, are like locked in on hers for most of this first conversation because man oh man..
Just take a look for a moment at this look throughout the scene, the way his eyes follow her movements perfectly, and tell me what that looks like to you in terms of how he sees her. How he FEELS at that moment. I mean he is locked in on her this whole time.
This is just some amazing shit here. But i especially love this one..
that little look up at the end. He really dosen’t look at anyone else like this. Not that i’ve seen. Its part of that amazing chemistry that they have I know. That rare thing you can’t force or create. It’s just there, it happens organically. And its like in the last one he tries to break the eye contact but can’t and looks back up at her.
That slight wariness melting into and being overridden by his love for her is beautiful to me.
He forgives her so quickly just by looking into her eyes and just seeing her, By knowing her. Because he loves her so damn much and having her front of him just.. overwhelms him and he can’t take his eyes off her.
Tell me again he’s not fucking in love with her. Fight me.
“(Y/N), I swear. It didn’t mean anything. I was drunk.” Seunghyun was literally crying at his point, he was on his knees, begging for your forgiveness.
Last night, he had gone out with the rest of Big Bang and gotten wasted. It was no special occasion, they all wanted to go have a drink but it turned out to be a lot more than that.
There was a girl in her early twenties that had her eyes on him the whole night and as soon as he stepped onto the dancefloor, she was immediately grinding against him.
He was fucked up as it is and as she ground her ass against his dick, he drank even more and more. He faintly remembers what happened and most of it was her screaming.
He was so frustrated and was literally pounding into her as soon as they reached her home.
He woke up next to her that morning, they were both naked and she was cuddled against his chest. He jumped out of the bed with a loud “Fuck!” and dressed as quickly as he could.
The girl woke up and watched as he struggled to pull on his jeans, he was shaking badly and it sounded like he could barely breathe. Before she could ask what was wrong, he ran out of the door and was on his way to your house as quickly as possible.
And that’s how he ended up here, crying, and on his knees begging for your forgiveness.
“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I really didn’t know. Just, please. P-please, give me another chance.” His voice broke as he looked up at you, he looked like shit and it was obvious he felt like it too.
“I love you, I want to marry you, and be the father of your children. I hate myself for this. I-I can’t lose you..” He cried even harder, his hands shaking as he grabbed onto one of yours.
“You’re all I’ve got…” He whispered, breaking even more.
“Baby… Come here, baby.” You sighed, pulling him up and helping him walk to your bed where he collapsed on top of you as soon as you made it over there.
He shook as his arms wrapped around you, head resting on your chest. He held onto you as if you were his lifeline and you softly ran your fingers through his hair, calming him slowly.
“I’m sorry..” He whispered, slowly meeting your eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was running all over your shirt. His eyes were swollen and his cheeks were flushed red.
“Shh Seunghyun, I’m right here baby. Don’t worry.” You felt terrible and softly kissed his forehead.
You both stayed like that until he stopped shaking and slowly sat up. He moved to the side of you and sat up against the headboard and just stared at you.
“I love you.” He spoke, his voice was deep and raspy and he pulled you onto his lap. You slightly smiled and ran your fingers through his hair again.
“I love you too Seunghyun.” You said, slowly leaning in for a kiss. He grabbed onto your hips and slowly kissed you back. It was soft and loving, and he made sure to let you lead as he didn’t know exactly how far you wanted to go.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on the soft pink locks. Seunghyun moaned and squeezed your hips. The kiss got more heated and he slowly but surely was getting hard.
You, however, were already soaking wet. His little moans, his hands on your hips, the kissing, it was all an extreme turn on for you. Breaking the kiss, you got up and undressed slowly. His eyes watched you closely as he laid down, preparing himself for you.
As you finished undressing you climbed back onto the bed and positioned yourself right above his mouth. He moaned and slowly ran a finger over your opening, your wetness soaked his finger immediately. Your hands gripped onto the headboard and he grabbed onto your thighs, spreading your legs even wider.
He leaned up and slowly ran his tongue from your opening to your clit, you tasted so good and he was getting harder by the second.
You, on the other hand, were a mess already. His mouth was warm, and you shivered as his tongue circled your small nub of nerves.
“Seunghyun..!” You cried as he harshly sucked on your clit. His tongue was quickly back and he licked right on your clit.
It was about forty-five seconds into the whole ordeal that you lifted yourself up to let him breathe, only for him to quickly pull you back down and suck on your clit.
He hummed softly, letting the vibrations shoot through you. As you got closer and closer, he shook his head from side to side while his tongue was flat on your clit and that was it.
He had you right where he wanted you and with one last suck on your clit, you were orgasming. He tightened his grip on your thighs and licked up your sweet cum, also riding out your orgasm in the process. You moaned loudly and squeezed the headboard, enjoying the last few seconds of his amazing mouth.
He moved you so you were straddling his waist and slowly ran his hands over your chest. He looked so fascinated by how your nipples hardened as soon as you both made eye contact. He smirked and softly ran his finger over one. You pouted and wiped away the mess around his mouth.
“You got spit everywhere baby.” You smiled, leaning into his touch as he softly squeezed one of your breasts.
He shrugged and licked his lips, “It made you cum though, forget the mess.”
“Now don’t you think its unfair how I’m the only one undressed?” You asked, slowly sliding up his shirt.
Seunghyun was praying that there were no marks from last night, and he was relieved to see that there weren’t. He watched as your kissed down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. You quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard cock stand up in your full view.
Quickly grabbing you, he flipped you both over and spread your legs wide open.
“Please Seunghyun.” You whined, pulling at the bedsheets.
He smirked and positioned himself with your entrance and then slowly pushed in. He held onto your hips and started thrusting into you, too needy to let you get used to him. As the pain turned into pleasure you became a moaning mess.
You dug your nails into his back and left scratches down it. The pain only added to his pleasure and he thrust faster and harder.
Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm approached.
“Cum for me baby… Come on (Y/N).” Seunghyun said, giving a few extra hard thrusts.
“Oh fuck! Seunghyun!” You cried as you reached your orgasm, him following quickly after. Your walls clenched around his throbbing cock, coating your walls in his warm seed.
“Shit (Y/N)!” He groaned while resting his head in the crook of your neck while slowly pulling out.
A few minutes after coming down from your highs you softly played with his hair.
“I’m sorry..” He sighed and looked up at you, “I really am.”
Nobody had ever actually talked about it. Your constant need to always do extreme things. Name it you’ve done it. From skydiving to longboarding down a hill in a ridiculous tempo. You had moved to LA for the waves. That’s what you told everybody. And conveniently enough, your best friend Ashton lived there, so you crashed there, expecting him to be away for most of the time. But you didn’t expect him to actually be home. The last two years he had been traveling the world, and that’s kind of what you expected him to do. It didn’t last very long. You had not taken into account that he would stay in LA to write out a third album. So instead of having time to shake the stupid school girl crush off, you were left with a lot more time to fall for him.
It was a little before sunrise when you woke up. No sunrays shining through the window and no warm gust of wind flowing through the slightly open window. Regardless, you sat up in the bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Swinging you legs over the side of the bed, you winced as you put them down in the cold floor. Padding over to the chair where you kept all your clothes, that were not to dirty, you picked up a hoodie and pulled it over your head. Next on was a pair of fluffy socks and grey sweatpants. Unplugging your phone from the charger you saw you already had a message from Luke.
05:10 Ready for a morning sesh?
05:17 Yup, be here in 20?
You set the phone down as you started on a simple bowl of some surprisingly good porridge Ashton usually made for breakfast. It usually was only when both of you were home in the morning. You jumped a little when your phone pinged as you set the pan to boil.
05:25 On my way!
Rushing to your back porch you quickly took down your cold wetsuit and the surfboard that stood leaned up against the wall. you then jogged through the house to put it up against the wall in front of the driveway, so Luke could put it in the Jeep he drove for surfing. You hurried back into the kitchen to take the now finished porridge off the stove, and poured into a bowl and sat down on the kitchen island as you ate. When you finished you put the dishes in the dishwasher and headed to your bedroom to change into a bikini.
As you tied the string around your neck, you heard your door creek open. You turned around as you pulled the same hoodie over your head, welcoming the warmth.
Ashton spoke as your head poked free from the sweater.
“Hey, that’s mine.”
You looked down at yourself before meeting his eyes. Then you realised that the olive green vans hoodie you had pulled on did not belong to you at all. You felt warmth spreading all the way from your neck and up to your cheeks. It did not help that he was dressed in only boxers.
“Sorry, did you want it back?”
He smiled at you, and shook his head.
“There is some porridge left if you want some, otherwise I have to go really soon.”
Just as you uttered the last word, your phone pinged again. You looked down as you swiped it open and looked at the message.
05:46 I’m outside
“Actually, I have to go now.”
You smiled sheepishly, and rushed out the door, Ashton following you.
“Where are you going?”
He looked down on you, with a crease between his brows, his never failing curiosity showing.
“I’m just going for a quick morning surf with Luke. Fuck, hand me that bag will you?”
You spoke as you pointed to the black bag, you almost forgot, sitting on the floor. He handed it to you and looked on in wonder as you rummaged through it to see that you had all you needed.
“Bye, I’ll see if we make it back before you head to the studio.”
The wave you gave him did not quite seem to be enough for him, as he looked at you with something like disappointment in his eyes.
“So, how are you?”
Luke asked as you fiddled with your phone on the way to a secluded beach you had found a while a go. The waves there were not too big.
“I’m okay I guess.”
“I guess? What does that mean?”
“Well, a few days ago Ash brought a girl home, I felt completely and utterly pathetic, it was as if the bottom of my stomach dropped to the ground.”
Your phone slipped to you lap, to cover your face with your hands.
“Ash has always been to blind to see what is right in front of him, don’t stress it, he will either come around, or you will have to make the first move.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to make any moves. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”
The frustration in your exclamation was obvious.
“Well, if he ever brings girls over, you are more than welcome to come to my place”
There he goes again, new flavour of the evening screaming his name over and over, as you were trying to sleep. Your heart kept clenching and tears were pricking at the back of your eyes. Before you even realized completely what you were doing, you sat behind the wheel of your cheap slightly beat up pic up truck. It didn’t quite fit in on this street, but it did everything you asked it to do. So when you pulled up to Luke’s driveway you quickly pulled up the hand brake, took the keys out of the ignition, and stepped out of the car.
When Luke opened the door, he was wearing a pair of flannel pants and a grey hoodie, paired with a sleepy face.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t really look at the time and all, but Ashton has this chick over and I couldn’t really do-”
Luke cut off your mini rant, by pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you.
“Look, I know it sucks and all, but if you really can’t take it anymore, you should try talking to him about it. Not necessarily tell him you like him, but that you don’t appreciate him bringing home girls every night.”
You looked at down at your hands, before meeting his eyes over the coffee table. You knew he was right, and you could not keep on doing this to your self. Being aroud him just kept on giving you more hope, that didn’t really exist.
“Okay, tomorrow after I’ve gone back.”
You sat staring at the door, from inside you car for what felt like hours, when in reality it was probably a couple of minutes. Stepping out from the car, you walked inside silently. Going straight to your bedroom only to see Ashton standing smack dab at the centre of the room with your phone in his hands.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
To put it simply, Ashton looked angry. That was about the last drop for you.
“That’s none of your business”
The words came out silently, but sharp. You really did not want to start a fight.
“Of course it’s my business, you are my best friend, you can’t just disappear, and not tell me”
He exclaimed as he stepped closer to you. Your stomach dropped yet again as he called you “best friend”
Defiance was clear in your voice. You stepped closer to him
“I will not watch you, what if something happens to you?”
Ashton almost sounded worried, and frustrated.
“I was at Luke’s, I could’t sleep.”
The look in his eyes was definitely worried now.
“You could have come in to my room, i would’t have minded.”
“You would have minded alright, you and that chick you had over. I just can’t do this anymore.”
He went red all over, there was no doubt about it. But there was a questioning look to his eyes.
“Forget what i just said. I’ll see if Luke has a spare room or some shit.”
All the fight you had previously had in you, had now gone. You felt tired, and just wanted to get out of this house. Not Ashton though, it would seem like he had a little more left in him.
“No, you are telling me what’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”
And there it was, he was always the understanding, forgiving type.
“Not this one, let it go Ashton”
That ought to have hurt, you never called him Ashton, usually it was just “Ash”
“I will not let it go”
He all but yelled. Thats when it boiled over for you completely, and every second thought seemed to fall away.
“Cause I’m in love with you, I’m in over my head, and I can’t live here when you only see me as your best friend. I’m sorry I’ve-”
Suddenly, his lips were on yours, you got the same rush you get after you’ve caught a wave. Everything else just seemed to fall away, everything felt right. For a second. You pushed him away.
“I don’t want your pity Ash”
“This isn’t pity, this is love. I’ve been trying to push away this crush I’ve had on you for ages. You just hung out with Luke so much, i thought you might like him.”
You felt a pang of guilt in your chest.
“Looks like we are both at fault here”
The thought that this was reality seemed a little unreal.
“Can we just take it slow though? I don’t want to rush this”
The feeling of embarrassment could not quite be shaken. Ashton carefully put a finger under your chin and lifted it up, so your eyes met his.
A/N: Grandma Irene is crazy and I want to be her. Hope you guys
like this part! The feedback I’ve gotten so far has been so great, thank you so
(Ok so here’s the deal, in Parts 2 & 3 I somehow forgot to give my Beka credit for the help, reading through, advice, and just in general listening to me whine, which is just pure fuckery on my part. @impala-dreamer please forgive me? You guys should all know that this wouldn’t be happening without her.)
Looking up when she heard the door
slam, Y/N’s jaw dropped. Standing just inside was a tall man. Not just some guy, but like a one look at him and a girl gets
all kinds of ideas m-a-n. Holy shit was he gorgeous. Just gut punch beautiful.
He had walked in with someone else, but try as she might there was no tearing
her eyes away.
Then she heard it. Even over all
the other noise in the bar she could hear the sing-song voice of her grandma.
Of course she’d taken notice, and she was already plotting. It felt like time
was crawling and going at warp speed all at once.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Y/N hadn’t
stopped staring. She wasn’t even confident she had blinked, at one point she
wiped her mouth just to make sure she wasn’t a drooling mess.
And of course they were now
following her grandmother to the table. Why wouldn’t that be happening?
Most of the stuff on this blog is of yanderes who have all the control in the relationship. But consider this… A yandere who is
W H I P P E D.
“Oh my God, GENJI!!!!”
[S/O]’s angry yell from upstairs made the cyborg cringe and smile nervously under his helmet. Of course. Laundry day was today…
“Goddammit! I’ve told you a million times not to put bodies in the fucking dryer! Now I have to use up all the fucking bleach hiding the blood, then I have to spend a fortune on a new one! This is the third fucking dryer I’ve bought! THIRD, GENJI!”
“Are you still mad at me, dear?”
Genji carefully asked, slowly peeking in the laundry room. [S/O] was kneeling on the floor scrubbing at the bloodstains inside the dryer.
They sighed, stopping and turning to look at him.
“Aw, shit… I can’t stay mad at a cute little morsel like you.” They got up and kissed him.
He smiled. “Good. Again, I’m sorry…”
“I forgive you… On one condition. I get to top tonight.”
“Hey! Could you do a Derek Hale x human!reader fluff imagine where the reader of Derek’s age and is super shy and insecure and one day the people from her new workplace ask her to go clubbing with them and she says yes, even if she doesn’t like parties, bc she wants to fit in. Derek thinks it’s a bad idea but she goes anyway. Then she gets in trouble and calls Derek for help and he comes and saves her from said trouble and then takes care of her bc she’s a drunk, crying mess. (Sorry it’s so long)”
Thank you for requesting honey xx. I messed this up a little bit sorry.
Sorry for the grammar english isn’t my first language.
ALSO I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS AND I’M SO HAPPY SO THANK YOU GUYS FOR FOLLOWING ME, I LOVE YOU ALL.
You enter in your office walking fast, hoping that no one notices you.
You arrive at the elevator and one of your co-workers keeps it open for you smiling.
‘Oh no’ you think trying hard to look busy.
The last think you want is starting a conversation.
You close your eyes, biting your lip.
‘Please don’t ask me anything’.
Saying 'no’ is really hard for you.
“We go to the club tonight for celebrating Steve’s birthday, do you wanna come?”
He stated at you, his eyes shining a little.
He has had a crush for you for years but don’t have the guts to say that you’re not interested.
“I have to think about it.”
In the exact moment the elevator opens you run out, trying to reach fastly your desk.
You stare at your coffee thinking about your co-worker’s invitation.
It has been a very bad morning for you, you stressed your self even more after the little “conversation” in the elevator.
Should you go?
This is the perfect occasion to fit in and finally make some friends.
But clubbing isn’t really your thing, you didn’t even like it when you were a teenager and now that you’re an adult your repulsion for them became worse.
The sound of your phone buzzing snaps you out of your thoughts.
Wait a minute
You drink your coffee as fast as you can and grab all of your things, running towards the exit.
“Hi” he says as you slam the door of his car.
“Hello” you answer as you continue to think about the invitation.
“It’s just that my co-workers asked me to go clubbing with them and I think that I’’ll go but I’m not sure.”
He furrow his brows, taking a deep breath.
“I don’t it’s a good idea honestly” he turns his head to stare at you.
“Keep your eyes on the road! And too late by the way, I am saying yes right now.”
You type on your phone sending your co-worker a message as he stops in front of your house.
“Look, Derek, this is the perfect occasion for me to fit in. I don’t wanna be alone any more” you stare deeply into his eyes trying to make him understand.
“You’re not alone, you have me”
“See you tomorrow Derek.”
When you step in the club the smell of alcohol and smoke hits you like a truck.
Around you people are dancing and drinking, making you feel really uncomfortable.
You’re about to turn around and go home when you hear a voice.
“Y/N, you made it”
“Yes, I’m here” you say, looking at your shoes.
“Come we’re about to make a toast”
You are pushed through the hot bodies and arrive at a small table at the end of the room.
They give you a small glass full of what looks like vodka.
You smell the transparent liquid, groaning after the strong scent hits you.
“I don’t really drink” you say trying to put the shit back on the table.
“Oh, c'mon! Don’t be so boring”
You look at the glass and sigh deeply.
'I’m gonna regret this’ you think as you swallow all the liquid.
You hear all of your co-workers scream as they pass you another glass.
You push your self into the bathroom trying to hold back the tears as you lock the door.
You sit on the toilet taking your phone.
“Y/N?” Derek’s voice feels like the one of an angel in this moment.
“I’m sorry, so sorry. I was a stupid today, I was mean to you. Please, forgive me, you’re my only friend” you mumble as you cry out all the frustration.
“I’m coming please wait there.”
He hungs up and you place your head on the wall trying to calm your self, falling in a state between sleep and wakefulness.
You shot your eyes open, looking around you.
“Where are we?” you ask confused.
“I am taking you to my loft, we are currently in the elevator”
“You can let me go, I can walk”
“Don’t even think about it”.
You sigh, testing your head on his chest, closing your eyes again and trying to hold back the tears once again.
You explode only when he places you on his bed carefully.
You sob violently as he kneels in front of you stroking your hand.
“I’m so sorry. You always take care of me and I treated you so badly. Please forgive me.”
He looks you in the eyes, a serious expression on his face as he moves closer.
He puts his lips on yours so lightly that if you don’t have your eyes open you won’t belive it.
He pulls away slowly.
“It’s fine. Now get some sleep.”
He stands up, turning around.
“Derek, the next time don’t let me go please”.
He laughs litghly, stepping out of the room.
the reader and michael are good friends, eventually leads to a relationship but then he moves to small heath and makes promises that he can’t keep
When you were a young girl, everyone would joke about how you and Henry would end up together. You would both shake your head and laugh, knowing that the chances of it happening were slim. Henry was an attractive boy, had been since he was around 13 and he would never look at you twice. He saw you as his best friend, little sister even. There was only a months difference between the two of you but it didn’t stop Henry constantly teasing you.
Hey everyone! While I’m finishing up the second part of Bail, I thought I’d do some prompts😊 if you message me a number and a character, I’ll do a one shot for you😁 Thank you guys for being patient with Bail, love y'all😘
1. “You’re my favourite idiot.”
2. “Take that back.”
3. “You want to make me, sweetheart?”
4. “I wondered where all of my shirts went. Now I know.”
5. “Don’t you dare say that.”
6. “Yeah… I noticed.”
7. ″Hey, princess? Get your head out of your ass.”
8. “We’re okay, you’re okay… you’ll be okay.”
9. “Listen to me, I’m an asshole.”
10. “You know what? Forget it.”
11. “Darling, you couldn’t ignore me if you tried.”
12. “You think I wanted this!?”
13. “I’ll protect you with my life. That’s a damn promise.”
14. “I hate that I love you.”
15. “I thought I lost you…”
16. “You swear?”
17. “You’re stupid and I love you.”
18. “Your way of apologizing is… cookies?”
19. “Well, when you put it like that, I sound like a dick.”
20. “I get the whole sleep talking thing, but what I don’t get is the fairy princess dream and why I’m in it.”
21. “You’re not my dad…”
22. “Forgive me for saving your life, boy what an ass am I.”
23. “You’re the best thing about me.”
24. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
25. “The thing is… I don’t actually give a damn?”
26. “You look pretty hot for someone who basically just died.”
27. “Let’s get one thing straight- I’m not.”
28. "Do no harm, but take no shit, you understand?”
29. “You’ve got me fucked up in the best way possible.”
30. “I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s killing me.”
31. “Stop pretending everything is okay!”
32. “You go, I go. That was always the deal.”
33. “Jesus Christ, just fuck already.”
34. “Did I say I was done!?”
35. “Ugh, you sound like my mother.”
36. “I’m nowhere near good enough for you.”
37. “I want to believe you, I really do…”
38. “Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me.”
39. “Did you just fucking shoot me!?”
40. “No! Be mad at me! What I did wasn’t okay!”
41. “Not like this.”
42. “You’re drunk, I’m drunk, let’s make it happen.”
43. “You’re walking on thin ice, tough guy.”
44. “Well, would you look at that! I’m all out of fucks to give.”
A strip mall off the turnpike in New Jersey. Looking for lunch. From where I stand by my truck, this could be anywhere.
We must have decided this, right, at some point? That we wanted it all to look the same? And I can understand that decision. We all like to feel somewhere familiar. Now we can have that feeling wherever we are. No matter the climate or geography, you come inside the chain and you are exactly where you were before, like there was a magic door to the city you feel most comfortable in. It’s a positive that can’t be denied.
AN: There’s no easy way to fix having an absent parent, it’s a steep road with a lot of problems and hurtful words. Once again, I wrote this as if they were real people dealing with real children who had to grow up with a missing parent. Thank you!
There was something he couldn’t give up on. He hadn’t been a part of his child’s life for a very long time but now that he was…maybe it would have been better to stay away. He didn’t blame the child, it was Seokjin’s fault but the use of his name instead of appa was like twisting a knife in his stomach. No one could ever understand how it felt to have your own child look at you like a stranger that was threatening their home. He would do his best to earn their trust, if they didn’t love him that was fine. He deserved that. But he would never, ever stop trying. He wanted to make up for his absence.
“I sorry I wasn’t there for you, I’ll never forgive myself. I hope you can trust me though, I won’t be leaving you again.”
What had he done? He was a shit father, that’s what. He didn’t deserve to call himself a dad or to hear the child he helped make call him appa. But he selfishly wanted to. He didn’t want to be told to get away from her and to leave her mom alone. He saw a little reflection of himself in his daughters face every time she glared hate at him. Was she going to leave home too? He tried everything, he even stupidly tried to buy his daughter’s love and only made her more angry. He could only hurt her more and more. Why did he bother coming back? Those thoughts tormented him but he wasn’t going to give up. Yoongi knew his daughter hated him, but maybe in time that hate would change. If only to not caring about him. The only thing he wanted was for someone so young to not have to feel that hate.
“I won’t give up on you. You don’t need to feel anything towards me. Don’t feel bad anymore…”
He saw the pictures they had been drawing and broke down into tears. The little boy had been drawing pictures at school, a simple project. Draw six pictures of your family and answer a few simple questions. In most of the pictures, he wasn’t even drawn in. In the one that he was, he was outside of the house crying. The crude drawings were enough to rip his already aching heart out. But he knew it was his fault and he was the only one to blame. The questions were about family, your mom your dad any siblings. “I don’t have an appa.” Written so harshly on the paper. He was still going to try though, he needed to try to at least make his son happy. Hoseok needed to believe that in time he would be loved.
“Oh buddy, I’m so sorry. I should have been here…I’m sorry…”
When he first came back, his own son of only six years old tried to push him out the door. He screamed at him to leave, he wasn’t wanted, get out! Don’t make my eomma cry anymore! He’d foolishly hoped that maybe in a few months the anger would go down, the resentment would shift even a little bit. But no. This was Namjoon’s flesh and blood after all, he was no quitter and was committed to hating with everything he had. Any time he would go up to the boy’s mother, he would start shrieking and shoving him away. How could he ever make up for what he’d done? Every day that child grew up without a dad, every day he saw happy families and children with both parents. How could he have hurt his boy like that? He would try to reach out despite the resistance and would do things with his son despite how much his words hurt. All he could do was hope.
“There’s a play going on about the show you like, wanna go? …No? Maybe next time then.”
He couldn’t count how many times he cried over his daughter. She was young so, so young but already knew she never wanted to have her father. She told him that herself when he called her for the first time in years. He tried to joke that you raised a very honest little girl but it was hard to talk through his tears. He could never understand just what damage he’d done to her but how could he change the past? He was here now, didn’t that mean anything? Of course it didn’t. He had only came back when it was convenient for him and his schedule had Jimin leaving for extended periods of time. She smiled the most when he was gone. He would make sure he called her every night when he was gone, even if it made her mad. He would draw with her through video calls even if she ignored him. He cherished every moment he had with her, he would gladly spend the rest of his life working to earn her love.
“Look what appa— what Jiminnie drew, it’s a giraffe!”
It was fear that kept him away for so long. He wasn’t ready to be a father then. No matter how much he loved kids he barely got to live his life. But those were only sorry excuses made by a desperate man. His son and daughter had told him that, right to his face when they met him for the first time. He thought he could handle whatever they said to him but they were relentless and didn’t bother to hide their disgust when they saw him. Every time he walked into a room, they left. Every time he tried to speak they would walk away to be with their only parent. He wasn’t going to let go though, no matter how much he hurt he knew it was only a fraction of what they went through. He’d take the pain gladly and do anything in his power to try and make them smile.
“Have you heard this new song? I think you’d…like it. They'e gone again…”
He hadn’t thought he’d been been gone that long, but he was wrong. It didn’t matter how long he left, it was enough for the hatred to grow. If he never came back it would be too soon for his— your daughter. She’d made it a point to tell him that she wasn’t his anything. She only had her mom and that was all she needed. She never needed some stranger to walk into her house and try to act like he was her father. Like they ever needed him. She was as volatile as he expected but the pure venom she spat was enough to make Jungkook cry. She seemed to like it when he broke down in front of her before he could run off to cry somewhere else. Every tear she made him cry was like revenge for her mother. No matter what he was trying. No matter how she tried to make him cry or tried to hurt him, he was going to be standing beside her and supporting her.
“I heard you say you wanted to start dancing. I signed you up…you won’t be at the house as often so you won’t need to see me either.”