this took like five minutes sorry

karasuno otp fights in order of intensity
  • tsukkiyama fight: "you gotta do the thing tsukki" "shit u right ur so cool yams" *is ok the next day*
  • asanoya fight: "do the thing asahi-san" "no i cannot I am not strong enough" *breaks a broom* *breaks a vase* *doesn't talk for a summer*
  • kagehina fight number 538: hinata uses TACKLE. kageyama THROWS hinata across the gym. yachi is using CRY. tanaka uses CUT THAT SHIT OUT. it's been THREE WEEKS. EVERYONE is involved. tune in next time for more DRAMA.

                                                              your son is gone.
                                          he was weak and foolish like his father,
                                                            so i destroyed him.

Five More Minutes

Requested by Anonymous: “You are ridiculously comfortable” + “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this”.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 892

A/N: Thanks for requesting and I’m sorry it took a while! It’s kinda short but I tried to make it as fluffy as I could :) I hope you all like it!


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Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 6) SMUT

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing

Words: 3,492

A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))


Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?

I don’t like him, I don’t

Yet, I crave him so much

But maybe it’s not a want

It’s a need.

I bloody need him.

I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.

All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.

When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.

“Morning.” Lily said.

I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.

“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”

I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.

“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”

“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”

Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.

“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”

She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.

“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.

“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”

“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.

“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.

“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”

the night before…

“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.

“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”

Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.

“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”

“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”

“Lucid? Yeah I know.”

She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.

“You don’t like him… do you?”

I got choked up, my air catching in my throat

“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.

She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.

“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.

“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.

“What she said.” I added.

“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.

“Party?” I asked. “What party?”

“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.

I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.

“No Slytherins?” I asked.

“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”

James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.

“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.

I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.  

“Not sure yet.” I added.

She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.

“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.

Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.

“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”

“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.

“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.

“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”

“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.

“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.

“Great, even.” I added.

My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.

“Let’s go.”

The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.

“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”

“I won’t so, you’re on.”

“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.

The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.

I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.

When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.

“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”

And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.

“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.

“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”

One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.

My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a  lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.

“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.

“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”

“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.

“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.

“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.

I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.

“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.

She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.

“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.

“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”

He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.

We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.

“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”

“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.

“Both of you.”

“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”

“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”

I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.

“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.

The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.

“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.

Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.

“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.

Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.

“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.

“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”

“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”

I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.

“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”

“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.

“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”

I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.

“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”

He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.

“And slip into something more… comfortable.”

Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.  

“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.

“C’mon, don’t be shy.”

I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.

“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.

I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.

I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.

“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.

“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.

But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.

Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.

“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.

He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.

“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”

The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.

“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.  

And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.

“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.

He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.

“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”

“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.

We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.

“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.

“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.

“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”

“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.

“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”

“You wanted one, a lap dance.”

“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”

“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.

“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.

And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.

“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.

And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.

I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.

I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.

I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.

I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.

His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district  moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.

He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.

“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”

The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.

She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.

When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.

Red lace panties.

Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.

Imagine You and Your Brothers Discover the Creeper

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Request: Hey! Hope your doing well! Can u do an imagine based off of the movie Jeepers Creepers? Maybe with the sis as the reader and the bros are investigating or one of the bros is the reader and there is no sis? Idk ❤❤❤ your work!!! - @lovethefandomsuniverse

Author’s Note: Hey, I’m doing just amazing. I’m sorry this took so long to get up. I have a confession to make to you all, I’ve never watched the full movie of Jeepers Creepers. I tried watching it just to specifically write this, but I honestly couldn’t get into it, maybe another time. It literally took me about five minutes to come up with a title because I’m dumb and so is the title. Hope you all like it though. – Haley xx

For miles, all you saw was corn. Corn fields that bleed into state lines, it was honestly boring and exhausting. You and you brothers were on your way to find your dad, John Winchester, who had been MIA for a few weeks by now.

He would occasionally send you three on different jobs around the country, but your main mission was to find out where your dad had gone.

“Aw, come on!” Dean whined, slamming on the breaks, making you roll into the floor of the impala.

“What the hell, Dean?” you asked, pulling yourself out of the dirty backseat. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Sorry, sis,” Dean said, “but this damn truck cut in front of me.”

You rested your elbows on the seat in front of you between your brothers and watched what looked like an old rusted-over moving truck. The space between the impala’s front bumper and that truck’s back bumper got bigger and bigger as the truck sped away for you all.

“What’s the hurry, asshole?” You yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth.

“Shut up,” Sam laughed, pulling your hands away from your mouth.

“But seriously, what’s that important to almost run the only other vehicle on the road?” I asked him.

“Dunno,” Sam shrugged.

After what felt like a few hours later, or hell, it could have been a few miles later - you’ve lost all track of time by this point – you all saw that rusty truck again. It was pulled over at an abandoned church.

“Hey, pull over,” Sam said, nudging Dean in the arm.

He did and you all sat there and watch. You couldn’t see anything at first, until Dean pointed something out and you felt all the blood drained from you face.

They must have been the drive of the truck. And this is must be the reason why they almost ran you all over. Whoever this was, was caring a body wrapped in a blood-soaked sheet. You know exactly what a body wrapped up looks like from your job and that’s exactly what that person had in their arms.

“Holy shit,” Dean whispered.

The driver dropped the body and turned around coming face to face with you all. They ran to the truck and started it up. Dean fumbled with the keys before turning the impala back on and skidding out of the spot you all were parked at.

“Jesus Christ!” You yelled.

You watched the truck get closer and closer to you.

It was only a matter of time before it did.

Imagine telling Sam and Dean that you’re pregnant

“Come on, Y/N!” Dean shouted, banging on the motel room door, “How long have you been in there? Five minutes?”

“Three and forty-five seconds,” you told him, looking at your watch, “Just give me… One more minute.”

“I thought you just needed to pee?”

“I did,” you snapped, “Just give me a minute!”

‘Wow,’ Dean mouthed at Sam, and Sam just shook his head.

“It could be, you know,” he raised his eyebrows, “Like, girl issues?”

“Oh,” Dean’s face began to colour, “Oh yeah. Uh, sorry, Y/N!” he called back through the door, “Take all the time you need!”

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He Can’t Love You Like I DO - N.A


Also, this is very much so based off of how work went for my last night which gave me the inspiration to write it. Sorry it took so long, anon.

I’ll be over in five.

Nathan sighed looking toward the clock under his television as he stood up from the couch, the clock reading 11:30 PM as he moved towards his refrigerator pulling out the Ben and Jerry’s half baked he had stashed in there for moments like this. He quickly pulled out two spoons, popping off the top as he leaned his arms and bare torso into the island in the middle of the kitchen crossing his sweats covered legs over one another, placing an entire spoonful in his mouth just as his door opened, y/n using the spare key as she dropped her duffle onto the floor next to the door slamming it behind her before making her way to the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools and grabbing the ice cream from him.

“That bad?” he questioned as she got an entire brownie piece into her mouth, chewing on the little piece of heaven as he went to grab her a glass of milk and water. “Want to tell me what happened?”

“I just knew it was going to be an awful night after my first table, Nathan. They had two kids who were literally throwing food everywhere and one of them was holding their cup upside down while chewing on it getting milk everywhere. And guess how much of a tip they left me on a bill of over one hundred? Less than ten percent. I got screwed on tips all night. And, to top it off, my last table was a group whose bill was mostly from alcohol, and they left with their credit card slips. I didn’t even get a tip. I sold two god damned bottles of Champagne to that table and they didn’t even leave me a tip. They didn’t leave until an hour after my shift ended, which meant I had to stay. Oh, and on top of that, I found out from one of the kitchen staff that my boyfriend’s been cheating on me. So I am a newly single woman,” she vented breathing out a heavy sigh as she was on the verge of tears. “I seriously hate my job sometimes, especially when I get walked all over like that.” She took two more scoops of the ice cream before pushing the carton back to him deciding she probably shouldn’t have anything else, desperately just wanting to cuddle with her best friend in bed.

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Jungkook x reader, Jimin x reader

Words: 6.874

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

it turned out kind of different, bc i didn’t emphasize the part where jungkook get a gf to make you jealous, but i hope you like it! Sorry, i’m late! I hope you don’t hate me! Feel free to request more imagines etc

5 days

Day 1

Birds chirped, filling your ears with their melodic songs as you waited for the bus. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the sunlight that warmed your exposed skin. It was a rather peaceful morning, but you were well aware it wouldn’t last long; the serenity in your mind would be completely ruined in some minutes. It happened every morning for the past five years.

“Y/N!” his voice rang through your ears, occurring your eyelids to open, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Jungkook,” you greeted him. “Good morning!” you stared at his glowing face, a smile carved on his lips. You wondered how he could be so energetic and happy in early morning. He was always like this, sparing you smiles, trying to motivate you to do the same; he even gave you some motivational speeches sometimes in order to cheer you up.

“They’re going to announce our partners for the final assignment today!” he informed you. You looked up at him with furrowed brows; his eyes were squinting because of the bright sunlight.  Jungkook wasn’t a bad student, if anything he was really smart and focused on his school duties, but he wasn’t the type to get hyped over an assignment. Especially, the final assignment, which was the most important one since it would be graded, which meant it would help you to get into the college of your preference.

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——Just a lil sum sum…I wrote this in the car like five minutes ago…sorry if it sucks but I thought it was kinda funny 😅——

“Hey baby.”

I spoke quietly to Justin as I approached him in the kitchen. He stood, leaning over the counter while scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

Dressed simply in a dark blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans, I took it that he’d just gotten back from the recording studio. My heels clicked against the dark brown hardwood floors as I neared him and I brushed my fingertips over his elbow before leaning up to press a chaste peck on his lips.

Just as I was turning away to get a banana from the rack near the cupboard, Justin grabbed hold of me by my waist and pulled me into his chest. Smiling down at me, he slipped his hand down to cup my ass. “You look hot, baby.” He complimented, chewing on his lip as his creamy chocolate eyes raked me up and down. I’d just gotten back from a lunch date with Kendall, Ariana, and GiGi and I didn’t have time to change yet, so I was still sporting my semi-formal attire.

“Thanks,” I cheesed, hoisting myself up on my tiptoes to give him another kiss.
Instead of allowing me the leeway to leave this time, he pulled me in front of him, squeezing my curves between his heated chest and the kitchen counter. I didn’t have time to protest, for he’d pulled out his phone, sucking in his lip between his teeth and grabbed a harsh handful of my left breast, snapping a picture, and posting it to Snapchat.

“Justin!” I squealed, forcibly removing myself from his grip. He laughed, rolling his eyes and annoyed, I hit him softly in the back, “Why would you do that?” Without a doubt, I knew that the fandom would go crazy and that picture would make the headlines for the next few days.

“Just showing off what’s mine.” He trailed pressing a wet kiss to my lips. I sighed and started towards the bedroom, jumping as I felt a stinging smack to my backside. “Run a bath,” he called.

“Go to hell.”

Family Portrait (Taehyung X Reader)

Part One    Part Two  Part Three    Part Four Part Five

Pairing: Taehyung X reader

Word count: 2,526

Summary: You took a deep breath as you stared down at the pregnancy test with impatience. You bit your nails as time ticked down. Five minutes has passed and the results are in.

Warning: Slight sexual content

A/n: I’m sorry if I’m not active on this blog a lot and that updates are slow. I’m very busy especially since my first day of school was today. I’m officially a senior, y’all :D Also this fanfic might be short like maybe five chapters long… I’m not really sure yet but enjoy.


It was a peaceful morning as you watched your sleeping lover let out snores. His soft, brown hair covered his eyes. You move his hair to the side before moving your hand down to his cheek to caress it. You kiss his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his lean frame.

You had missed him. And yet today, he had to leave again. The thought sadden you. Your love had to leave today for tour and he may not come back until months later. Your grip tightens as you buried your face on his bare chest.

“I’m going to miss you, Taehyung.” You felt warm tears trail down your cheek and onto his bare chest. You quickly wiped your tears off of him. He hated to see you cry especially if he couldn’t do anything about it. You felt a warm hand touch your wrist and bring it down to a pair of smooth lips. He kissed your hand as his deep voice echoes throughout the room, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You said nothing as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. No words were exchanged as the both of you held each other and stared into each other’s eyes warmly. He kisses your lips one last time before getting up to get ready to go to the airport.

You took the opportunity to admire his naked body after a long night of lovemaking. His tan skin shines brightly as the sunlight hits his skin. Love bites from last night were more visible as you smiled pridefully at the sight.  He chuckled at your lust-filled eyes, “Don’t tempt me, Y/n… I’ll be late if I stay any longer.” He whispered out the last words of his sentence. You stood up and walked towards him. You hugged him from behind and left a trail of kisses down his neck. He lets out quiet moans as you start to suck on his neck. Your hand trailed down his soft stomach and towards his abdomen. He grabs your wrist just in time. You frowned at him as he played with your hands.

“Y/n… I can’t right now, I’ll miss my flight.” You bit his neck making him yelp in surprise, “Then, let’s make it a quickie.” You said as you wiggled your eyebrows at him. He let out a chuckle as he threw you on the bed with him.

After ten minutes, Taehyung took a quick shower and grabbed his luggage. He kisses you goodbye before running out of your apartment. You felt tears drip down your face as you watched him go. The worst part of your boyfriend being an idol is you can’t see him off at the airport or be seen with him in public. If he gets caught, then his popularity along with BTS could decrease.

You understood that Taehyung is living his dream and that he had to sacrifice a lot of things. You couldn’t make him choose between his dreams and you. You loved him too much to force him to make a decision so you respected his restrictions. However, you can’t help but wished he could show you off proudly. And to be able to go on dates with you out in the open, but most of all you wished you could be with him all the time. You sighed as you fell into a trance. You longed to be in a normal relationship with Taehyung.

You sometimes wondered how long you both would last. Will he ever get tired of all the hiding? What if they found out about us and Taehyung is forced to leave BTS? What if they make him date an idol for publicity? You felt yourself get depressed.

You did not want four years of your relationship with him to die out. You loved him so much. You had met him in his trainee years of being in BTS. You smiled as you remembered the day you had met him when he walked up to you and told you a cheesy pick-up line. You fell for him when you went on the first date with him at a theme park. The night you gave yourself to him was the same night the both of you spoke about your future together.

“When we are finally allowed to marry the ones we love. We’re going to have a big wedding so our family can celebrate together and have fun. Jungkook is going to be my best man, and Jimin can be your maid of honor. Then, we’re going to have a beautiful home and our parents will be united under one roof so our children don’t get so lonely when we have to work. And I think I would like to work in a strawberry farm when I finally retire  unless I decide to stay in acting.” You had smiled brightly at him with hope as he spoke animatedly about the future. You had cried tears of joy that night as did Taehyung. As you drifted off to sleep that night, he had kissed your forehead and whispered, “I will never let you go, no matter what, Y/n.” It was the best night of your life and memory that you will always hold a special place in your heart.

He’s everything to you and to him you were his everything.

You shook your head as if to get rid of the bad thoughts. I got to be positive, dammit. Taehyung already has enough on his plate. And besides, he would never let me go, right? With that in mind, you fell asleep with a worried smile.

The next morning, you woke with a start as the sudden urge to puke came up. You ran towards the restroom and threw up. When you finished, you walked towards the mirror and stared back at your reflection. Your face was pale, and the bags underneath your eyes were evident. You walk towards the kitchen with a frown.

You had no appetite for breakfast and you were not in the right condition for work. You grabbed your cellphone and called your boss to let him know you could not go in today. After letting your boss know about your condition, he had agreed to let you have three days off.

You turned your TV on and found an entertainment show about celebrity gossip and news. You rolled your eyes as the hostess of the show talks about another kpop idol’s scandal again.

You were about to turn it off when something caught your attention.

“And today folks, we got hot news for you about BTS’s Kim Taehyung!” Your eyes widen and you increased the TV’s volume with shaking hands. Your eyes glued to the TV with worry.

Did they find out? You felt yourself tugging nervously on the blanket as you waited for the hostess to speak.

“Big Hit has revealed that Kim Taehyung and his costar Sun-Hi are currently in a relationship! It was reported th-”

(A/N: Sun-Hi is an OC btw)

You turned off the TV and stared at the ground. Your worst fears came true. You felt your eyes water. You suddenly started gagging, you immediately get up and ran towards the restroom to clear your stomach. Afterwards, you walked to your room and draped your arm over your head as tears drip down your face.

You felt so betrayed, lonely, and sick. Today was the shittest day. Your phone started to ring, but you didn’t bother to check who it was. You were mentally and physically exhausted from the pain in your heart and stomach. You felt yourself get dizzy and black dots appearing in your vision. Everything went black.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Your eyes slowly opened to stare back at your worried friend’s face. “Oh my god, you’re okay!” She held you in her arms as you sat there numbly. A wave of nausea struck you as you pushed her away and ran towards the restroom. But, due to the lack of food you only dry heaved. Your friend stared at you worriedly. After regaining your composure, you stared back at your friend in curiosity.

“What are you doing here?” You friend helps you up as she sat down next to you on your bed. “Taehyung called me and told me how you didn’t pick up your phone. He got worried so he sent me to check on you.” You snorted as you sat down on the bed. You stared at the ceiling blankly.

“As if he gives a fuck about me when he has an idol girlfriend by the side.” Your friend gave you a concerned look, “I’m sure he has a good explanation maybe you should talk to him.”

“ What if I don’t want to? I already feel like shit and I don’t want to get depressed either.” Your friend places her hand on your shoulder and stared into your eyes, “He cares about you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called me to check on you. The least you can do is let him explain himself before you jump to conclusions.” You huffed but realized your friend was right. You grabbed your phone and dialed Taehyung. Your call was sent straight to voicemail, he must be filming right now.

You sighed and sat up, “I’m hungry, F/N but lately I been puking and I don’t feeling like puking again.” Your friend’s eyes widen, “A-are your pregnant?” You gaped at your friend’s sudden question. You suddenly felt light-headed and your friend quickly gives you a glass of water. After taking huge gulps of water, you stared back at your friend with worry.

“I-I don’t know.” You felt yourself panic. I can’t be pregnant… What if Taehyung doesn’t want it? What if he wants me to abort it? You placed a hand on your belly with a worried frown.

You already knew the answers to your questions. You would leave Taehyung, if he denied your baby. You weren’t about to let your child die just because the father doesn’t want him. You felt tears trail down your tears as you clutch onto your friend’s hands. You didn’t want to have a baby, if they didn’t have two parents. The child would feel like something is missing or worse they’ll feel like they weren’t good enough for Taehyung’s love. The thought brought tears to your eyes.

“Do you want me to get you a pregnancy test?” You nodded as you felt your hands grip tightly on the blankets. Your friend got up and kissed your forehead, “Everything will be okay no matter what happens.” You took deep breaths as you nodded. Your friend stood up and left your apartment. You forced yourself to walk to the kitchen to find food. You found Chinese food from last night and you were about to chow down when your phone started ringing. You froze and walked towards the phone. You felt your chest dropped when you saw the Caller ID.

Kim Taehyung

You felt your breathing get heavy and your appetite vanishing. Your finger hovered over the phone, but you let the call drop at the last second. You stared blankly at your phone before deciding not call him back.

I won’t call or text him until I’m 100% sure… There’s no need to scare him. You turned off your phone and grabbed the container.

If he rejects my baby, I will have to say goodbye to him because if word gets out he knocked you up and he has no intentions of staying with you or his child. His image will diminish and not only that but his crazy fangirls could target you and the baby. You want your baby to have a happy and normal life, but how normal will it be with the father missing?

Even if by some chance, Taehyung accepted the baby… Taehyung would be on tour for a long time and the baby wouldn’t even get to know their own father. You were stuck in thought until you heard your door open.

Your friend walked inside your apartment with a bag in her hand. You drop your chopsticks in a hurry and walked towards her. You grabbed the bag and stared at her with fearful eyes. “I’ll be waiting for you, okay?” You nodded and gave her a tight hug. You walked inside the restroom and grabbed the test.

Your friend stood outside the restroom door as she texts Taehyung. She was assuring him that you were alright and that you were just exhausted from work. She leaves out the fact that you might be pregnant. It was not up to her to tell him. It was your choice.

You took a deep breath as you stared down at the pregnancy test with impatience. You bit your nails as time ticked down. Five minutes has passed and the results are in.

A double line appeared on the test, your heart stopped and you felt yourself stop breathing. It’s confirmed. You were in fact pregnant with Kim Taehyung’s baby. You fell on your knees as sobs left your body, alerting your worried friend. She enters the restroom and her eyes widen at the test.

You held onto her for dear life as you frantically repeat, “What should I do?” And for once, your wise friend did not have an answer for you. Her heart breaks at the sight of you crying out for her help, but she couldn’t do anything for you. It was all up to you.

“It’s your choice, sweetie. Be strong.” You held onto her as you cried all night. After hours of crying, you fell asleep from the exhaustion.

F/N carefully placed you on your bed as she stared down at your troubled face. Not even in your sleep were you at peace. Your friend felt pity as she stared down at you. You didn’t deserve the pain you were going through and you especially don’t deserve to go through it alone. She sighs as she paced around the room. You needed her and there was no way in hell she was going to leave you in this state.

The next morning, you groggily open your eyes and stretched. You got up and stared at your belly with a worried smile. Today is the day.

You felt yourself get anxious just by staring down at your phone. Your hands shook as you went to grab your phone but you paused as thoughts run through your head. Am I doing the right thing?

You almost didn’t pick up your phone until F/N gave your hand a tight squeeze. You gave her an appreciative smile as you finally tap the screen to call Taehyung. Yes, you are doing the right thing. He deserves to know. You assure yourself and with that you finally tapped on his contact number.

Your friend held onto your hand as the phone started to pick up the call. You felt your breath hitch as his deep voice spoke out, “Hello?”

You let out an exhale, “Taehyung… I’m pregnant with your child.”

Cramps & Cuddles

Tony x Fem!reader

Request: Hi. I was wondering if maybe you could maybe do a story like you did with Red White and Blue, but instead do it with Tony x Reader. Maybe with the reader have really bad cramps but trying to hide them. Tony somehow has a hunch and ends up being really touchy-feely with the reader. Bonus points if there are cuddles and maybe belly rubs?? - @deadlyblackpanther

A/N: I had a really hard time writing serious Tony because I mostly see him being sarcastic, but I liked the challenge. Also, I’m so so sorry it took me this long, I’m hoping I make up for it with the story, and I hope you like it!

  You were laying in bed, deciding whether you should get up and get ready or stay under the satisfying warmth of your covers. You gave in to five more minutes, knowing you’d regret it anyway and most likely be late. Tony Stark was throwing a party tonight, but you had gotten your period yesterday and had horrible cramps. Despite your pain, you couldn’t bring yourself to skip it. You’d do just about anything to spend more time with Tony, your not so secret crush. Grunting, you rolled out of bed and onto the floor and crawled to your closet. You stood up and began to look through your options, finally settling on something comfortable and cute. You made yourself look presentable and left your room for the party, already dreading it.

  You were uncomfortable, bored, and alone. Everyone else on the team was busy trying to protect the public image, entertaining guests, or flirting. Tony was busy with some girl, obviously getting close to her. You loved him desperately, and when combined with you PMS made you fairly pissed. All you wanted was to crawl back into bed, maybe with netflix and Ton-

  “Y/N!” Your daydreams were been interrupted by the very same man who occupied them.

  “Hi Tony,” you smiled at him bashfully, forgetting your earlier frustrations.

  “I’ve been looking for you the entire time.”

  You remembered that you were mad, and sassed him. “Really? You seemed pretty caught up with the brunette over there.”

  “That was just schmoozing,” he said, smirking.

  “Well I think I’ve had enough schmoozing for one night,” you retorted as you turned to leave. You were so mad that you had let yourself fall in love with someone who blatantly had no interest in you and you suddenly couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.

  “Where are you going? Party’s tha-”

  “Why do you care?” You attempted to make a dramatic escape when a huge wave of cramps hit you. You tried to stifle a moan of pain as you clutched your stomach.

  “Y/N! What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly as he ran up to you.

  “Nothing ah-argh!” You cried out as another wave of cramps hit you.

  “You need to see a doctor or something,” Tony muttered under his breath as he helped you leave the party.

  “Tony this has been happening for a while now, like every month, so I think I know how to deal with it myself.”

  “What the fuck, Y/N!”

  “Tony just think about it, jesus. It’s pretty norm- ahhh!” Your cramps hit again.

  “What?” He paused, maybe to use that billionaire brain of his, “Oh,” he faltered and blushed before starting again. “I’m going to take you to your room and then we’re going to turn on netflix and eat ice cream or something. Do you want any pamprin?” He asked as he hit the elevator button and then ushered you inside.

  “No thanks, it doesn’t really work for me.” You hit the button for your floor, confused. “Why are you helping me? I was pretty mad at you about 4 seconds ago.”

  “Cause I care about you. A lot.” The elevator doors opened and he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room.

  “Uh, Tony?”


  “I can walk on my own, you know.”

  “Yeah but if your cramps hit again it’d take longer, and I like to show off my amazing strength.” He said with a wink.

  You giggled as he placed you on your bed, then he turned on the tv and tossed the remote to you.

  “Pick something for us to watch and I’ll be right back.”

  You looked through your options for a while and ended up picking one of your favorite movies from your childhood. You wondered what was taking Tony so long until you saw him with his arms full of a few flavors of ice cream and lots of chocolate, as well as a heating pad, and there was guy behind him with a mini fridge.

  “Put that over there next to her on the other side of the bed.” He told the guy, before joining you on your bed while you sat there in shock. “Thanks,” Tony said, waving the worker off when he had finished installing the fridge. He then got up and put the ice cream in it.

  “Tony, oh my gosh.”


  “Do I really need a mini fridge?”

  “Yeah. I didn’t know if you would want to eat chocolate or ice cream first, and I didn’t want the ice cream to melt either way so I had one of the waiters I hired for the party take the one from my room and move it here,” he explained.

  “You didn’t have to do tha- Oh! I completely forgot about the party! I don’t want to keep you from your guests. You should go have fun.” You didn’t want him to leave, but you also didn’t want him to miss his own party.

  “Nah, I’d rather stay with you. The rest of the team can handle the press,” he smiled at you as he rejoined you on the bed.


  “Now scoot over,” he said as he climbed behind you so you were sitting in between his legs with your head resting on his chest. “Is that comfortable for you?”

  “Yes, very,” you smiled as you turned on the movie. Tony laughed as soon as he realized what it was, and handed you the chocolate he brought. Then he began to massage your lower stomach in small and gentle circles and you relaxed against him. Your cramps were practically gone, and it wasn’t too long before you and Tony were close to sleep.



  “I love you.”

  “Love you too.” 

- Admin Kira

anonymous asked:

Okay sorry to be that person but pls don't reposts people's art without crediting them. "Idk who did this but I had to share bcs it's so pretty" is not an excuse to steal people's art. All you're doing is harming the artists. Just so you know, it took five minutes on google to find that the original artist is jankolas on deviantart. You might want to give her credit where it's due.

Well I’m sorry I’m going to delete the post automatically…. I never wanted steal anything. Just know that this kind of words can hurt too because I had never once in my life stole something. I like to think that I’m a nice person, I’m always trying to be nice and help everyone. Even people I don’t know on here and who are asking for help because they’re depressed. I wasn’t trying to harm anyone by posting this. I was just appreciating the work. Anyway, I will never post fanart again.

Thank you for making me feel like shit. Have a nice day, and I’m sorry again.

closed starter for: this loser @wherevertheroadtakesme

crystal frowned, her mind not responding to anything more than her name on the other’s lips. she just wanted to sleep. it seemed like she had just fallen asleep since the train’s seats were an extremely uncomfortable place to sleep. five more minutes, sarah. she muttered, her body turning around as she waved the other. eyes still closed until a bright light caused her to scrunch her nose up, turning back the was originally was. are we almost there? her voice was rough as she opened her eyes a little to look at the familiar face.

Save me from my mirror

Prompt: HighSchool!au Dan and Phil are in high school, Phil is depressed and he starts getting anonymous notes in his locker, bags and books. (PHIL’S POV.)
I really enjoyed writing this, I hope it’s good and yup… I’m such a sack of awkwardness it took me five minutes to write this summary and it’s still bad. :(     :l     :) <- this is bob, bob was sad but he is now happy - be like bob.
I might do a (DAN POV) of this, should I?

I’m also sorry about what this might do to you
Warnings: Depression, self harm (mentions/description of scars), self-degrading, self-hate, mentions of starvation, bullying, swearing, sadness, angst, (badly written warnings?)
Words: 2,300
I looked myself up and down in the mirror. I was getting ready for bed and I was changing into my pyjamas: it was one of the few times I was shirtless.
My eyes bore into my naked arms and stomach.
Disgusting. No wonder nobody likes you! You’re so ugly! Even you hate yourself! You piece of shit!
Something inside me screamed, and even though I didn’t want to believe, my eyes watered and I shook my head - no razors. I’d set myself a target of one week no cutting, I’d gone four days: I wasn’t stopping now.
I quickly donned a lose shirt and got into bed, some parts of me hoping to never wake up.

Despite my wishes, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, which to be fair was a Muse ringtone with the song Stockholm Syndrome and it wasn’t that awful to wake up to.
I stood up slowly and rubbed the crust off my eyes.
I yawned and gathered random items off the floor, sniffing them to see the amount of odour they carried and throwing them on my bed if the stench was acceptable.
I changed, avoiding my mirror, and then wandered into my bathroom, shaving the little amounts of stubble I had and straightening my hair with my crappy ghds.
I picked up my glasses; the world became visually lucid and I went downstairs and picked up my school bag and a Hershey’s chocolate bar. I was trying to gain weight, trying to fix yet another thing the devil in my mirror coaxed me into doing.
‘BYE MUM!’ I shout and I hear a rattled and sleepy goodbye from my mother and I leave the house, nibbling at the caloric treat I was calling breakfast.
I had my headphones in, blaring Muse, Fall out boy and openings of animes like Death Note and Black Butler, surrounding people probably annoyed at the sound. I couldn’t care less.
Walking to school is one of the only  times I lose myself in nothingness instead of abusiveness. I don’t notice how close I am to school until I’m suddenly at the front gates and I turned my music off and slid my headphones into my pocket - not letting those get confiscated.
I started the dreadful walk to my locker.

In a few minutes, even less, I’m at my locker, fighting back the urge to grab a ruler and scratch and my wrists in attempts to make it all go away. The words ‘Gay’, ‘Faggot’, ‘Shit’, ‘Ass’ and ‘Disgusting’ taking over my locker. I ripped the pieces of paper of my locker and opened it.
There was a note inside. Great. I unfold the note and my eyebrow furrowed in confusion:
Dear Philly,
I’m so sorry Philly, I’m so sorry about what they’ve put on your locker. But those words aren’t true - well, you might be gay, but that’s okay: I am too and there’s nothing wrong with it - apart from that, you’re not a piece of shit. Phil, you’re the kindest person I know, or at least have been in the presence of. You’re not an ass - only an ass would harm others and you’re not disgusting. Philly you’re beautiful just the way you are. You don’t need to be straight, you don’t need to change the way you speak and you don’t need to be a mean person to be pretty. In fact, mean people are the ugliest people.
Philly, I love you, hold on Philly.

I folded the piece of paper and tucked it in my pocket - it was the nicest thing someone had said or given to me in a while and I planned on holding onto it.
I collected my books and headed towards my first lesson, english literature. A class I generally enjoyed, apart from the people in it of course.
‘Sorry I’m late Mr. Peterickson’ I mumble as I enter the classroom and sit at a desk near the back, making sure that I’m utterly alone.
My mind wonders back to the note and I scan the possibilities of who wrote the note. As far as I’m concerned, the only people in my class who could have given me that note added up to a grand total of three.
-Daniel Howell
-Greg Miltons
-Nelson Berges
Dan was really sweet, he hardly even spoke but wasn’t bullied - he had an older brother, Dorian Howell, who was captain of the football team. I didn’t know if Dan was gay or bi and I certainly didn’t know if he liked me.
Greg was a punk rock kind of guy, always at the back of the classroom, a gentle hum emitted from his headphones but no-one said anything about that. He had spoken to Phil a few times, generally talking about Muse. Greg was openly gay, he’d come out five years ago, when we where 12. Nobody messed with him, no jokes about it, he was one of the tallest and muscliest kids back then.
Nelson Berges had dated some girls previously so I didn’t know if he could be bi or something like that but he was generally nice to me, we worked together on group projects, him or Greg as only them two would ever ‘drop to partnering with someone at my level.’

I spent the day wondering and daydreaming about who sent me the note. The mean comments that seemed to reappear on my locker every time I visited it didn’t bother me as much, nor did the football team’s degrading words: because there was one whole person who cared about me, and that was enough for me.
I got told off multiple times by teachers to stop staring into space but that didn’t matter. By the end of the day my head was light and happy. I deposited the books of the subjects I didn’t have homework for in my locker to find another note, although this one was much shorter than the last it made me feel just as warm -
G’night Philly <3

My mother was worried when I was home. I was smiling more than usual, which means I smiled one or more times, and I talked with her, asking her about her day. She was utterly surprised at my extroverted behaviour that night, and questioned me that evening to see if I was ill or was planning on something drastic. I reassured her I had just had a good day; she seemed shocked at the ‘good’ part of my day because whenever I talked about my day it was ‘bad’, ‘shit’, ‘painful’ or ‘stupid’ - in other words it was never a positive adjective.
I was changing into my pyjamas when I caught a glimpse of my mirror, of my scars and bruises. I dropped the shirt I was holding and straightened my back and stared at the mirror.
Someone loves me, so why should I listen to you?
I lifted my chin before suddenly smashing my hand upon the glass.
The mirror shattered.
Small fragments of it falling slowly to my floor and I immediately regretted my decision. My wrist was bloody, my floor was full of tiny pieces of glass which would no doubt get stuck in my feet one day or another and my mother was opening my door and staring at me with confusing.
She walked in and hugged me, her head squished into my chest as I bent down and rested my head on her shoulder while my arms stayed limp.
‘What happened Phil? Oh dear, this is going to take ages to clean up…’ she whispered.
‘Sorry mum… I-I don’t know, it just happened…’ I apologised lowly, my voice almost a whimper.
My mum let go of me and shook her head, ‘Couldn’t you have waited until the morning? I’m going to have to clean this up now. Otherwise you’ll stub your feet in the morning’
‘Sorry’ I said again.
‘Get in the bed’ she sighed and shooed me under my covers before she bent down and picked up the visible pieces. ‘That’s all I can do for now, I’ll get the rest cleaned up tomorrow. Good night’ she said as she left the room.
‘Thanks mum’ I’m not sure if she heard my gratifications.
I rest my head on the pillow and let the world be drowned out by the mystery of the notes in my locker. Would there be another one tomorrow? Who wrote them? Are they a prank? Why didn’t the person tell me?

The next morning, as presumed, I had a small piece of glass in my toe. I dressed peacefully and I was glad that the mirror wasn’t there. That there was no little voice to call me ugly or fat or disgusting. I was glad that I wasn’t calling myself ugly or fat or disgusting.
I walked to school as usual, music filling my ears and probably infiltrating those of the people around me, but like all the other days I walked to school, I didn’t care.
When I reached my locker I ignored the notes stuck on it, whipping them off with a glide of my hand and quickly opening the locker to find today’s note, if there was one of course. Surely enough, there was a note:
Dear Philly,
You seemed happy yesterday. I hope you’re still happy - you’re so beautiful when you smile. (or handsome, or whatever positive adjective you like). I like the way you smile and the little doodles on your hand: The Muse song lyrics - they’re a good band, I don’t think we’ve discussed them, but if we meet, I’m sure it’ll be a subject I look forward to talking about.
I hope you slept well Philly,
Smile - you are amazing

I grabbed my books out of my locker and walked into my geography classroom. My mind yet again conquered by trying to deduce the author of the notes. Greg was out - we’d discussed Muse many times before so that left Dan and Nelson. It really made me wonder - the shy boy with over-sized pastel jumpers and black stud earrings or the funny guy who was probably still listening to Modern Talk’s Cheri Cheri Lady and using Facebook.

I didn’t need to go to my locker after school today, I had homework in all of my subjects, but the possibility of a two-word note excited me too much to let me go home without the extra five minutes walk to and from my locker.
Sure enough, there was a small note that read:
You were so smiley today Philly. I’m so glad you’re happy :)
G’night Philly
I smiled lightly and store the note in my pocket. I really hoped that whoever wrote these would one day introduce themselves…

‘Good day today?’ my mum asked me as I walked through the door. ‘Yes mum - sorry for the mirror, I really don’t know what happened’ I waved lightly.
‘It’s okay Phil. As long as you’re okay, no-one’s hurt, it’s okay’ my mother’s lips itched into a tight-lipped smile and I knew that she’d wasted too much time on cleaning the mirror shards and that she really wished that I just hadn’t broken the mirror, but I didn’t point it out; besides, she probably knew that I saw right threw her.
I changed into my pyjamas with no trouble or broken belongings and I drifted into sleep easily - it would take me a minimum of half an hour before: unpleasant thoughts scarring my head.

The following week had a similar pattern, I’d wake up, cheery and what not, my parents used to it now, my walk to school thoughtless as ever, a note from… someone?, a day of daydreaming, a peaceful night’s sleep. I still had no idea who left the small notes in my pocket and I’d convinced myself not to ask neither Nelson nor Dan about any of the subjects mentioned in notes, which were both a good amount and a meekly amount:
•Fall out boy
•Video Games
There had been several occasions when I had been tempted to ask both Dan and Nelson but I’d stopped myself - however, today my curiosity was too strong and it ended badly:
I’d ended up partnering with Nelson on a Science project and slipping out a ‘doyoulistentoMuse’ mid-sentence which was returned with furrowed brows and quickly brushed off as a cough.
I didn’t have the adrenaline to ask Dan yet - I hadn’t interacted with him much before but the more I’d tried to squeeze something out of Nelson, the more Dan seemed the appropriate person behind the notes.

Another week passed with the same pattern until I decided to go to an after school video-effects and cinematic-culture club that something happened - and boy was it something big…
I knew Nelson knew that I had an after-school thing going on today so I didn’t expect to see the frame of a person slipping something into my locker.
From the distance I was at it looked like neither Dan nor Nelson, bearing neither pastel nor mud-yellow or maroon shirts. I itched forward, stepping lightly, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t hear me.
I was close enough to my locker to put my hands either side of the person’s body.
It was Dan.
Dan with flushed red cheeks who stammered and fiddled with the unusual black jumper he was wearing.
‘Ph-Phil, h-hi… I’ve be-been writing n-notes a-and pu-putting them in your lo-lock-cker’ he mumbled lightly and it surprised me. I thought he’d be more confident.
‘Thank you’ I whispered as I pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first but he loosened up and wrapped his arms around my mid-section.
‘L-love you Philly’ he stammered out as he melted further into me.
‘Love you too’ I replied.

Dan saved me from my demons, and there’s nothing more to it.

Serial Killer Calum Part 12

AN so I know I haven’t updated in ten thousand years, but fun fact for you I’m in my school library, because since I don’t have to take my physics final I can do whatever tf I want so I’m in the library and I feel really dirty  just don’t want anyone to see what I’m doing lol let’s hope they don’t look over here. Sorry it took so long guys, but officially I am done with school so hell to the yeah @ me I’ve finally done something right. Hope you like this one, love you lovely people xx

Your POV

“Calum, wake up,” I shook him awake, he was completely naked lying next to me, as I was in one of his shirts yet again.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and waving me off with his hand.

“Wake up, something happened, and we have to fix it.” His eyes shoot open and he looks at me, my hair’s a mess, and he glances down at my attire, as he is completely naked and I’m not. “Would you like to explain yourself?”

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The signs as things my friends have said/done
  • Aries: I'm so fucking angry at you right now *holds my hand and won't let go*
  • Taurus: *going through the drive through* hi, can I please get two cheese burgers, three large chips, a chicken wrap.. oh sorry did you want anything?
  • Gemini: I can do a rubix cube in like a minute *five minutes later* I think this thing is rigged
  • Cancer: *drunk calls me at two in the morning* Hi sorry I didn't mean to wake you up I just wanted you to know that I love you, you love me too right?
  • Leo: I would clone me just so I could have sex with myself.
  • Virgo: Someone's been in my cupboard. I know because my shirts are no longer in line with my pants.
  • Libra: This guy took me on a date and asked me to pick the restaurant and I had a panic attack because couldn't choose between pizza or burgers.
  • Scorpio: I'm only seeing him because his brothers hot.
  • Sagittarius: I can drink this whole bottle of vodka and not throw up, it's my party trick *ended up blacked out in the buses an hour later*
  • Capricorn: *downs a cup coffee* I have three jobs now, I mean I haven't slept in a month but who needs sleep when you have money right?
  • Aquarius: I really hope that aliens come to invade us sometime soon then maybe I wouldn't be so bored all the time.
  • Pisces: I'm only nice to her so that if I ever decide to kill her I won't be a suspect

anonymous asked:

ok so like what do you think would happen if you were a fan and were like asking him for a pic or smth and then you kinda starting chattin and he really took a liking in you and wanted to get to know you more :)))) a girl can dream right?

Darling, a girl can ALWAYS dream. And does. 

I went a little off script, and I hope you don’t mind! (also it got wicked long and I took forever and I’M SORRY but I really hope you like it cause I do.)

(Requests are Open)

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They weren’t moving. Hadn’t moved for three minutes. Three minutes and twenty five seconds. Twenty six… You rested your hand on the horn, but didn’t press. Move, you ass

It was 5:18 in the morning and you were dangerously close to being late for work. You’d taken the side road- the one that wound through the back of town- to avoid stop lights, which were a nuisance so early in the morning when there was no traffic and a red light meant minutes wasted. Usually this route was faster. Usually there wasn’t a goddamn rover parked in the middle of the street. The road was barely one lane wide- basically a glorified alley- and you’d never seen anything larger than a jeep navigate it. Until now. Although, navigate was probably a slight exaggeration. The mammoth vehicle hadn’t gone any faster than a crawl the entire time you’d been behind it and it finally appeared to have given up.

Five minutes. You shit

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Let’s Have a Hawkeye Headcanon

It’s me headcanon that no one expected Clint to bring in Natasha. The assignment was to eliminate the target. No one knew that when the time came, Clint wouldn’t take the shot. Clint probably didn’t even know until it was happening.

That means that after the mission was over, SHIELD probably took him into custody. Probably locked him in an interrogation room next to Natasha’s. Probably they left him there, getting more and more annoyed when he refused to say anything to defend himself. Probably he didn’t talk until Fury walked in, handed him a phone, and told him he had five minutes to make an unmonitored call. 

It probably went something like this, “Hey…yeah, sorry if I woke you. I have to go dark for awhile. I did something. Best case scenario I lose my job. Worst case they lock me up for treason…There was this kid. She spent her whole life being turned into a weapon, she never learned how to be a person. They made her into a thing and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take the shot. …I know, I know… Yes ma’am.”

After that Fury probably chews Clint out and they keep him locked up until they decide he’s not a traitor at which point Fury says they should just ship him off to the Academy to teach marksmanship until he’s old enough to collect Social Security but instead they’re putting him in charge of making sure the Black Widow doesn’t kill them.

That’s probably how it happened. At least in my head.

Cameron Dallas/Sam Wilkinson Imagine - That's My Sister.

Anon Request: Can you do a sweet cameron imagine where her brother is Sammy please I love your page 😁❤️

Hope you like it, sorry it took so long.

Contains nothing bad.

– (Y/N’s POV) –

Me, my brother, my boyfriend and our friends all lay on the grass in the local park. My head rests on Cameron’s chest whilst my legs lay across Johnson’s legs. It’s a sunny day, but it’s boring. None of us know what to do.

“Guys I’m bored.” Gilinsky announces, for the fifth time in five minutes.

“Yeah so is everybody else, thank you for reminding us.” I sass back, some snicker.

“But I’m bored.” He whines, I roll my eyes.

“Gilinsky shut up bro, we get it, but there’s nothing to do.” Sammy replies, we all laugh as Gilinsky sits up and glares at him.

“Why don’t we go to the movies?” Nate suggests.

“It’s sunny though, for once it’s finally sunny and you want to go sit inside for an hour or more?” Cameron questions, Nate shrugs in reply.

“Hey why don’t we go to the water park?” I smile, sitting up.

“That’s a good idea,” Kenny agrees. “Yo everybody go get their stuff and meet at the water park at 12pm, got it?” He smiles.

“You ready babe?” Cameron questions as I walk out of the bathroom in my bikini, denim shorts and a crop top.

“Yeah let me just put my shoes on and we’ll be ready to go.” I smile, sliding my feet into my converse as I check him out in his swim shorts and vest top.

We thread our hands together with a waterproof bag on his shoulder full of two towels, sun lotion and our sun glasses. “You look beautiful.” Cam comments as we leave the house with Sammy trailing behind us.

“Thanks baby, you look handsome.” I giggle with blushed cheeks.

“Last one to the top has to go on the biggest water slide! Go!” Gilinsky announces as we lightly jog to the first water slide.

As expected, I make it up there last and groan when all the guys smirk at me. “Loser!” Nate chuckles, Cam rests his muscular arm around my shoulders and kisses my lips.

“Woah dude that’s my sister remember!” Sammy scrunches his face up in disgust, covering his eyes which makes me laugh, everybody else too.

“Come on let’s go!” I giggle, walking to the entrance of the slide. I slide down it and scream in joy when I hit the water.

He guys follow one by one and splash each other once everybody is here.

I hated going down the biggest water slide, it was so scary but I pulled through. “Y/N! Come on we’re gonna go get some lunch!” Kenny calls, I get off my sun lounger and grab mine and Cameron’s bag to follow them to the diner by the entrance of the park.

“Babe come sit here.” Cam smiles as he pats the space in the booth beside him. I slide in and rest my head on his shoulder, happy with our day so far. The guys join us, chatting about a girl they seen passing a few minutes ago, Cameron remains quiet and places his hand on my thigh. I giggle and shove it off because my brother is across from us but he always places it on my thigh again.

“Cameron no, Sammy is right there.” I giggle, grabbing onto his hand as it travels higher.

“He won’t know.” He replies, I stare at Sammy and I can tell he’s listening to me and Cam rather than Kenny who’s speaking, by the way his eyebrows are raised and a fake smile is planted on his lips.

He turn to face us when I giggle even more, Cam’s hand tickles my skin. “Cameron, I’m going to remain calm right now but whatever you’re doing to her, I suggest you stop.” He says with a angry smile, I straighten up and push Cam’s hand off me.

“Yeah Dallas, save it for the bedroom dude.” Gilinsky laughs, I flush red as all the guys laugh and Sam balls his fists.

“Uh guys have you forgot that Y/N is my sister or something? I do not want to hear about her and Dallas in the bedroom.” Sam cringes, shaking his head in disgust.

“Whatever dude, she’s my girlfriend and if I wanna’ touch her I will.” Cam replies, stroking my thigh with his thumb.

“Touch her all you like but make sure It’s appropriate and not in front of me.” Sam frowns.

“Yeah for sure.” Cam rolls his eyes.