to the girl who stole him from me

Today I was chatting with a coworker who I knew had been in an abusive relationship in the past. She was laughing as she told me and another coworker about how her ex never let her leave the house. Like she was for real cracking jokes about his jealous rages and how she wasn’t allowed to so much as set foot outside their door if he wasn’t with her, and the way she was telling it was funny, so we laughed along. “That’s why I enjoy doing the little things now, like taking the bus and going to the bank,” she said, and we all giggled because who likes public transportation and doing errands, right?

Then she got serious for the first time since the conversation started, it lasted only for a few moments, but I will never forget the one sentence that she said without smiling: “I’m going to die before I let that happen to me again.”

There was also this one rape victim whom a relative of mine represented in court. The rapist’s lawyer tried to discredit her by pointing out that she’d laughed while giving her testimony. She was eighteen years old on the witness stand, telling a judge and a room full of people about what had been done to her. She giggled because she was embarrassed about having to describe the graphic sex acts, and she nearly lost her case because of that.

I have classmates who laughed while telling me about old men who stole kisses from them. Who made jokes out of stories about their boyfriends screening their messages and forcing them to do things they didn’t want to do. I have known girls who were molested and manipulated for years, who shake their heads and snicker at their own past selves, how could I have let him do that to me, I was so naive, hahaha. This one woman reenacted for me, complete with dramatic gestures and voice impersonations, how her ex-husband who was under a Temporary Restraining Order scaled the gate of her house with a gun, and how she’d locked herself in her bedroom and screamed at the police over the phone to come NOW. Both of us were in stitches at the end of her tale, clutching our stomachs in mirth.

Just because they laugh doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

Better than Porn

Summary: Dean takes his baby brother to a strip club for his birthday, and one particular dancer catches his eye. His crush isn’t helped by the fact she turns out to be one of his best friend’s cousin. 
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This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s Funny Quote Challenge! My prompt was ‘Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again’, and I made it a College AU. Hope you enjoy it!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


Dean dropped into the chair next to Sam, slamming a fresh bottle of beer down in front of him as he chuckled contentedly, watching as a new woman took to the main stage in front of them.

“Y’know” Sam started, eyeing his brother with amusement as he wrapped his fingers around the chilled bottle, “this was not what I was expecting when you said you wanted to go out for my birthday.”

For a few moments, he didn’t respond, watching as the girl on the stage swayed her hips with the music, not really making much use of the pole behind her, then turned and grinned at him. “Why? What were you expecting?” he asked, taking a long draught from his beer.

He’d already stopped looking at him when Sam shrugged. “I figured a bar? A few beers? A few games of pool? Then I figured you’d probably disappear into the night with your catch of the day, call me the following morning to apologise for ditching my ass, except you wouldn’t really regret it cos you never do when you wind up getting laid” he told him, laughing as Dean turned and stared at him in mock offense.

“Why would I do such a thing to my baby brother on his birthday?”

Sam raised his eyebrow, still smiling as he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “to get laid. Didn’t I just say that?”

Dean chuckled as he leaned forward, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he nodded in the direction of the bar. “I’m not the one getting laid tonight… she’s been tossing you glances all night, Sammy” he murmured, letting out a bark of laughter as Sam’s head whipped around in the direction he’d indicated, brow furrowed curiously.

His eyes instantly caught the ones of a girl who had chosen that precise moment to look over at him. Her hair was loose, framing her face perfectly; her eyes were bright and shining, reflecting the dim lighting of the room as she stared at him. They bugged slightly when she realised they were staring at one another, before hastily turning back to the patron she had been chatting to before.

Was it his imagination, or were her cheeks now flushed slightly?

Sam huffed slightly, clearing his throat as he looked down at the beer bottle in his hand.

“Nah” he started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing, “she works here Dean. She’s probably just scoping for her next tip,” he told him nonchalantly.

A scoffing sound beside him made him raise his head, and he just caught the tail end of Dean rolling his eyes. “Come on, Sammy! What could be more perfect? The birthday boy and the stripper… a match made for a perfect one night stand.”

Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again” Sam deadpanned, taking his turn to roll his eyes as he tried to suppress a grin.

“Whatever Sammy, it’s your loss” he crowed, once again reclining in his chair as the dancers once again switched up.

Despite his protests, Sam became hyper aware of the girl’s location in the room for the rest of the night, her presence drawing his attention. Every now and then, he snuck glances of his own, and in his ever-increasing state of inebriation, he couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was.

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Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 


Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.

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Playing for Keeps

Rugby!Natsu commission for @hellojawsie! Thank you so much for being so patient, Katie! You are so kind ^^

pairing: nalu, mentions of gajevy

characters: natsu, lucy, levy, mentions of gajeel

word count: 2,015

type: fluffy fluff

Lucy knew next to nothing about rugby. She knew that people could get easily injured while playing the sport: their arms could get broken or their faces badly beaten. She even knew someone who had their foot in a cast after all the bones in their foot were crushed. If she was honest, she cared little about the sport.

But she cared so much about one person that played it.

Natsu Dragneel had been her one and only crush all throughout high school. She entered into class one day like normal, and during a boring lecture she peered out the window and saw him throwing around a ball with his teammates. His rose colored hair shone in the sunlight and stood out against the rest of the hues of brown and black, catching her attention right away. After he tossed the ball to a teammate, Natsu looked up and saw her staring at him. He waved and smiled, which stole her heart and further took her attention away from class.

From that moment on, Natsu knew that they were destined to be friends. Yelling a quick goodbye to his friends, he bounded up the steps and began to search for her classroom. After a few moments of hunting, he burst into the room and asked who the ‘weird blonde girl who was starin’ at me,’ was. Natsu’s green eyes stared into hers when the entire class turned and gaped at Lucy, and a grin spread across his face as he strode toward her quickly and stood above her with his fists on his hips.

“Weirdo,” he began, leaning over and picking her up out of her chair, “you’re comin’ with me.”

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We all learned that POV is important in Skam. Thats why a character seems so different every season. We se them through the eyes of the main. And that doesnt let us see all of them. Only the stuff our main is focusing on. Like Eva being a partygirl and kind of hurt by her ex when the main was Noora who chose to stay collected and was afraid of hurting Vilde or getting hurt herself.

Well I got to thinking. What does the characters look like through the eyes of the rest of the school? All the gossip and hate accounts made me think. What does some of the characters look like when you only know them through school yard gossip or soscial media?

Eva: stole the man of her best friend. The only girl taking care of her when she transfered from a different city. And then proceeded to cheat on him only a little over a year later. And now shes always drunk and hooking up with the same boy or strangers.

Noora: defends feministic views but ends up going for the fuckbuy the whole school knows her best friend has a crush on. As far as some people knows she even got drunk and spent the night naked in bed with his brother. Then she leaves this boyfriend in another country. And now shes hooking up with the friend of her best friends brother at parties.

Isak: snitches out his friend on a public gossip account on Instagram. Arranges street fights. Hookes up with girls at parties but never gets serious. Forgets one of his best friends birthday. Is suddenly gay. Brakes up a four year long relationship. Fights his other good friend, most likely because his homophobic. Gets into a fight with four arab dudes. Hes propably rascist. Made a hate account to get revenge after a brakeup to a girl even though his gay.

Sana: snaps and throws water in other girls faces at parties. Has Sharmuta written on her locker because shes so opressed. Is rude to everybody even though they just made one little comment. Just takes over the russebuss without anyone getting to wote for her or anything. And then she just leaves because shes to good for the whole russefeiring. And did you know she took a choke hold on someone at her last school?

Even: hes totally psycho. He wrote all this crazy shit on the facebook wall of his last school. He cant be trusted. He left his girlfriend because he cheated on her and aperantly he did it once before. Also hes away from school for long periods of a time and doesnt get in troubble because of the 10 percent. Hes cheating or theres something wrong with him

Elias: calls her sister slave and sends messages asking for nudes and fights people just because theyre gay

Vilde: shes a total slut. She threw herself at William. And shes always working out and watching her food, like what does she think she is. And shes always gossiping. And shes so stupid thinking brun og blid is a good sponsor. And did you notice her clothes still have the tags on. Does she return them to hide how poor she is, or does she steal them? And did you know her mom is propably alcoholic or homeless or something? And she sents messages with this guy about nudes and is probably cheating on Magnus. Because everybody knows hes more into her than shes into him.

Conclusion: pov changes how you see things (shocking revalation nr 1) and gossip is really dangerous (shocking revalation nr 2).

So what can we take from this in regards to season 4? Sana needs to talk to people! And she needs to hear the stories from the people in the stories. Not from third parties! And she cant always trust her pov. Sometimes there is more to it than what you saw or felt or thought in a situation.


black sails rewatch - XV.

I saved your life. I killed him for you. Low and his crew. I killed them all to protect you. You will turn on absolutely anyone, won’t you? So what’s the plan? Leave me to answer for this among the men? Assume they’ll tear me to pieces for granting access to the woman who stole the girl out from under us? My death sentence? Listen to me clearly. Put down that key, walk back through that gate, return the girl, and I will sort this with the men. You have my word. But lock that gate and there is no walking back through it, ever. And I assure you, you will hear from me again.


You know what? I’m not some cheap girl you can toy with… you scumbag. You stole everything from Shiho… You destroyed her… Now it’s your turn! I will rob you of everything…!

My… It’s taken far too long. Tell me… Who is going to avenge her if you don’t? Forgiving him was never the option… Such is the scream of the other you that dwells within… I am thou, thou art I… We can finally forge a contract… There you go… Nothing can be solved by restraining yourself. Understand? Then I’ll gladly lend you my strength.

I hear you… Carmen. You’re right. No more holding back…! 

Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 4]

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,111

Warnings: None

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by nellaey

“How could you keep it from me (Y/N), we are best friends, I thought we were best friends” “Harry said looking serious.”Harry, we are best-” he kept going completely ignoring what I was telling him “I can´t believe you keep it from me, oh and we haven’t got to the crucial subject. Out of all the guys, you could’ve chosen to date you picked Malfoy.” He let it all out with a desperate whisper clearly mad and hurt. “This,” I said pointing at himself trying so hard not to tear up “Is exactly why I didn’t tell you, you are going crazy about it and it isn’t helping. I know we-I hid it from you, from everyone, because he is Malfoy. I know what people would’ve said if we acted like a normal couple, especially you. I stood up and went back to my room avoiding any further arguing. 

I couldn’t sleep so when the light started to creep into the room I got up and tried to make myself look less like shit and more like a human. Quietly I left the room with my bad and books and went outside to the take a walk. I saw Hagrid on his garden taking care of his pumpkins. “Good morning Hagrid” I greeted him giving him a smile. “the pumpkins are looking good.” 

“Ohh, Good mornin’ (Y/N)” He smiled at me “I be’ they’re, ma babies are growin’ pretty big. Soon they’ll be the size o’ Fangs,” he said pleased with himself as he kept watering the pumpkins. ” wai’ a minu’, wha’ are yeh doin’ here this ear’y” he looked down at me. “I woke up like wanting to take a walk you know, before breakfast.” I lied. Well,  in tha’ case enjoy the fresh air before yeh go ter breakfas’” After our little chat I made my way to the Great Hall almost at the door I hear my name being called.

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Stones [William Magnusson]

Prompt: William is best friends with the reader, and he gets jealous when she hooks up with Christoffer, making him realize his feelings for her. (x)

Pairing: William Magnusson x Reader, Chris Schistad x Reader

Fandom: Skam

Warnings: Chris and the reader making out. Mild swearing.

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Stones by Heuse (ft. Chris Linton and Emma Sameth). It’s an amazing song that I feel (kind of) suits the prompt, so maybe go listen to it? As always, I hope you like this!

William had thought of (Y/N) as a sister during his whole life. They’d grown up together, almost like siblings, because both his and her dad had been best friends since high school. They’d always been the one to go to when they were having a bad day, for they could always count on the other to make things better. Even when William’s life was a complete mess, (Y/N) was always able to make it all better somehow. William had always thought of her as his sister - until that night.

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Being Niall’s girlfriend would include:
  • Him smiling when he comes home to see lying in bed with his t shirt on because he really likes seeing you in his over sized shirts
  • Stolen kisses on chilly mornings when neither of you want to move from the warm bed
  • Automatically being best friends with the other boys and them making sure you treat Niall well since you’re the first girl he’s brought to meet them
  • Sitting with him while he watches sports and not really understanding much or caring but enjoying how passionate about it he is
  • Him inviting all the boys over to watch the game and you end up playing hostess before Niall forces you to sit on his lap and help him cheer for his team
  • Niall making up cheesy excuses to cuddle even though you’d eagerly cuddle him anytime he wanted
  • Receiving texts telling you to “turn on channel 13 before you miss us singing”
  • He would make sure you watch every tv interview and performance they had
  • Restless nights when neither of you could sleep so you’d invite him over and he’d show up in his pajamas with bed head and a bag of McDonald’s as a welcoming gift
  • Waking up during the middle of the night to him laughing at some late night show and kicking him to shut up since it’s three am and you’re exhausted
  • Finding random one direction merch around the house such as cups, bracelets and even a few blankets and always somehow managing to find more random merch in the most random places
  • You don’t question this merch either because he’s Niall and he loves One Direction
  • Making him go on late night runs to the store because you’re dying for cookie dough ice cream and Niall was kind enough to finish the last of it without asking you yesterday
  • “I also got us some mint chocolate chip, moose track ice cream and some sprinkles and chocolate syrup because they all seemed delicious.” “I didn’t think I could love you any more than I already did, Niall.”
  • Him really wanting to teach you guitar and you failing awfully but him still being extremely encouraging and patient with you
  • Niall taking you to every award show they appeared at and holding you close to him to pose for couple photos on the red carpet.
  • Glaring at anyone who looked at you in your designer dress, that he insisted on buying for you, for what he deemed to be a moment too long
  • The following morning seeing all his retweets of his photos with you along with a tweet like “So glad my girl joined me at the ama’s. She stole everyone’s spotlight and lit up the entire room.”
  • Showing you off every chance he had because he’s so proud that he found a girl like you
  • Trying to keep up with his insatiable sex drive
  • Waking up with a text from him, only to open it to see he sent you a video of him jerking off
  • Little gasps and moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his hand
  • “Wish you were here, baby. Your mouth treats me so much better than my hand does.”
  • Niall buying you frilly lace panties with some bows on them just so he can see you walking around the house in them and one of his shirts–or even just them.
  • Saying something that reminded him of some song he hadn’t heard in years but suddenly remembered every word of and now felt the urge to sing the entire song to you
  • Attempting the typical couple date night of dinner and a movie but getting bored halfway through and deciding to head to a bar for a much more fun night
  • Him stealing your phone all the time to take hundreds of selfies of himself with different poses and props
  • Picking one of those photos to set as your background so when you see it he can see you grin at his adorableness
  • “You’re such a weirdo, Niall.” “Okay, but you still love me.” “Do I?” “You better or I’m gonna eat that Chinese food you’ve been saving for dinner.” “You better not…” “Watch me!”


мое солнце

Request: A Bucky imagine where the reader is a part of the team and on one mission she has to flirt and maybe kiss the target to get something. She and Bucky isn’t dating but after the mission he is all like, “You didn’t have to enjoy it so much” and “just forget I ever said anything” ends with a passionate kiss ~You don’t need to use those phrases specifically it’s just to give you an idea @my-unique-mind 

A/N: THIS IS 7 FUCKING PAGES ON GOOGLE DOCS. i don’t think you intended this to be this fucking long but yolo. idk im starting to like writing really long fics :) ((ps мое солнце, according to google translate means my sun))

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 3,288 (YIKES)

“C’mon мое солнце!” Natasha yelled over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of you trying to run at her pace.

“Fuck! Are you secretly a speedster like Pietro?” You huffed out as you caught up to her, slowing your run down.

“Ha,” she breathed out, slightly out of breath, “I’m just well trained,” she said with a smirk.

“Awesome, just awesome,” you muttered out as you both headed towards your gym bags on the floor. You plopped yourself next to your bag and pulled out your water bottle, taking a pretty generous sip.

“So, you and Barnes?” Nat said quietly, watching you almost choke on water.

“What about me and Bucky?” You questioned back while trying to remain as cool as possible. Just the mere mention of his name made your heart stutter and you’re pretty sure if you hadn’t just ran five miles with Natasha she would have seen your blush and called you out on it.

“Oh c’mon! You like him,” she said in a teasing tone, nudging your side a bit. All you could do was just giggle and shake your head as you took another sip. Natasha let out a soft laugh at your reaction, getting all the information she needed.

“Ladies,” FRIDAY’s voice rang through the gym.

“Yeah,” both of you say, letting out a giggle after you looked at each other.

“You’re wanted in the debriefing room.”

“Thank you!” Nat replied.

“So glad you could join us today,” Bucky joked as you and Natasha finally came through the glass door.

“Always a pleasure Barnes,” you remarked back, sitting next to him. Steve and Natasha stared at each other before Steve continued informing everyone on the mission.

“Nat, you’re gonna have to get into this guy’s office,” Steve said as he pointed to the picture of a man on the screen, “get the files from his computer and then leave.”

“Actually,” Nat said interrupting Steve, “I think Y/N should do it.” You choked on your own breath as you heard her speak.

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Jaqen H'ghar being in your debt. 


“A girl should know better than to wonder in the dark by herself.”

Spinning around on your heel, you scanned the empty courtyard until your eyes traveled up the steps to the castle wall, finding the red and white haired man looking down at you with a knowing smile. 

“Jaqen, “ You sighed in relief. “Have I not said before that it’s rude to sneak up on people like that?”

“A man must ask forgiveness.” He said, his eyes following you as you walked up the stone steps to stand beside him, looking out into the open fields on the other side of the old castle wall. “This man did not mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me.” You insisted, lifting your chin up in a authoritative manner. “What do you want?”

“A man has his debts. A man owes one.”

“One what?”

“Lovely girl,” He said, “You saved me, meaning you stole a life from the Red God. We have to give it back. Speak a single name and the man will do the rest.”

“I can name anyone and you’ll kill them?” 


You left.
I guess I always knew you would,
but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Just because I knew that you’d walk away,
that doesn’t mean that when the words left your lips,
your fingers didn’t curl around my heart and pull at the strings that held it together.

I feel empty-
everything hurts.

Since you left,
whenever I close my eyes I see a silhouette of you;
I hear your voice bouncing off the walls in my head;
My eyes wander whenever I walk through the halls, searching for you;
My fingers constantly curl, grasping for the hands that they no longer hold,
Or twirl looking for the lochs of you hair that they used to nimbly run through.

Now that you’re gone I can’t walk around the same;
I can’t go through the halls that we used to.
I can’t head straight down the narrow sidewalk getting out of physics-
I have to turn right so I don’t hear the sound of your footsteps next to mine,
Accompanied by the ghostly floating remains of long forgotten conversations and laughs we shared.
I can’t climb the southernmost staircase of the new building-
Not without stopping on the third platform just before climbing the last flight of stairs to reach the third floor;
Not without feeling the fleeting graze of your lips against my own for the first time.
I can’t walk along the straight walkway that leads from the cafeteria to the red awning-
Whenever I do I stop at the second to last pole piling and hug my backpack straps a little closer,
Pretending that they’re your arms around me as you pull me in and call me a goof for checking to see if I could see you again later;
Always, you would say.

It’s a funny word.
It implies no end,
and yet to those after class meetings,
there was an end.

I saw you today, and you looked fine,
but I know you’re a fake-
I know behind that cocky, twisted, crooked smile, is an insecure boy who wants to be loved.
He wants to be loved,
but I believe he’s too scared to give love himself.

Maybe that’s why it seemed so easy to walk away.
Maybe some parts of you were slowly starting to fall for me,
and maybe that terrified you.

I memorized the words that you said to me that one day in February-
you called me a thief.
You asked me if stealing your heart wasn’t enough for me-
You admitted that I was on my way to doing that.

Just a little fyi,
I never stole it.
You built up a wall, pushed me out, and ran away.
I wonder who hurt you,
Who made you afraid to fall in love?

But that’s all just hypothetical.
Right now all I know for sure, is you’re gone.
You walked away.
You left me behind,
and right now it’s killing me.

—  The boy who was too scared to love

derbelisca  asked:

Prompt: Tony analysing Valerie's suit (after Technus upgraded it).

“You look like a rip off of Vision. Red suit, bright green visor-gag-and-what are these? Leather? Hunny, you need a serious fashion upgrade.”

Valerie gave Tony Stark a pointed look as she ripped her suit out of his grubby oil-stained hands.

“It just got an upgrade. The tech on this thing is better than anything you have in your dumb lab.”

Tony feigned emotional distress by putting his hand over his chest and pouting.

“Rude. Very hurtful. I’m going to be crying to Pepper about it for a week.”

“You’re not denying it, though.”

“Yeah, because, as much as it pains me to say this, you’re right. The tech in the suit is years-centuries-beyond what we’ve learned now. Beyond my tech, beyond Bill Gates and our mutual ghost friend, beyond the Fentons. It’s astounding.”

“And you’re drooling,” Valerie added with a smug smile.

“Not the point. Point is, who hooked you up? Did Dan-Dan use the map thingy to fly you through space and time to get nifty little boots that are STILL a horrid fashion statement? Or did you and the Queen of Death go and borrow it from the Abominable Snowman?”

“Neither. And please, I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to the Manson girl alone. Ever. I had help from someone who owed me a favor.”

“And who would that be? Casper?”

“Technus. He actually stole the suit-my suit-from the future. It already had all of the upgrades. It was just sitting In a museum apparently.”

“Wait-Technus?” Tony sounded appaled. “The same Technus that screeches out everything he’s about to do and then gets the shit beat out of him? The same Tehnus that took control of all of my armors not three days ago?”

“Do you know any other Technus?”

“Fair point. Listen, I’ll have Jar-Friday do a couple of tests on the tech later, make sure it’s not infected with anything.”

“Fine by me as long as there are no alterations. Red suits me.”

“HA! It-its funny cause red suits you and-nevermind. Just get out of my lab.”

“Fenton! You owe me ten bucks!”

“What? Why?” Danny said through a slice of watermelon as the peaked his head over the couch. Valerie held up her phone and clicked and button.

“… As much as it pains me to say this, youre right,” Tony’s voice blasted through the small speaker, and Danny’s face fell.

“Damn it,” he whined. “I was gonna bribe Clint with that.”

Imagine teasing Mike at work

(A/N: Sorry for the slow/lack of imagines lately. November is a really busy month. It should be back to normal by next week when everything calms down. I’m also telling you all now that there might not be any imagines for the next few days because I’ll be celebrating as it is my birthday tommorow! Yay! Hope you enjoy!)   

Warning:This is sort of suggestive I guess, nothing too explicit, though.    

Imagine teasing Mike at work

“Y/N.” Mike coaxed, leaning over the bed and gosling you.

“Go away.” You mumbled, before pulling at the sheets and wrapping them tighter around yourself.

“I can’t do that.” Mike chuckled.

“Why not?” You said into the pillow, stretching out.

“Because we have work.” He reminded, still jostling you.

“It’s my day off.” You grumbled.

“No, it’s not.” Mike stated, “I should know. I organized everyone’s schedules.”

“Then why isn’t my day off.” You demanded.

“I’m not having this discussion again.” Mike sighed, you could imagine him rubbing his temple in discontent.

“Fine by me.” You said, before pulling the covers again and flipping over dramatically.

“I’m tired of having this argument everyone morning,” Mike commented with a sigh.

You smiled to yourself triumphantly only to have the sheets flung off you and to hands find your way to your hips, grab hold of you and pick you up. The shock took you a few seconds to process and you found yourself over Mike’s shoulder and being carried to the bathroom. You were only wearing a long shirt and underwear so you legs were flailing.

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Omg,  NO :(

Guys, this MAJORLY depressed me. 

As you can see, Marlene has confirmed that A.D became A.D once Charlotte died. I am insanely upset about this. I have always believed that Head A was the same person throughout the entire show. 

I have been praying that Marlene would redeem herself of the terrible Charlotte reveal and say that Mona & Charlotte were taking orders from someone the whole time, and covering up for him/her. 

My biggest problem with the reveals thus far, has been that their motivation for torturing the girls has been LAME and improbable. 

  1. Mona- “The girls stole Hanna away from me.”
  2. CeCe- “The girls weren’t upset that Alison was missing.”

GIVE ME A BREAK. Look at what they put the girls through. These reasons are so weak! In my opinions, these reveals were such a slap in the face to the fans- who spend hours and hours reading/writing theories, watching the show, analyzing clues, etc. 

I still have a TINY glimmer of hope, though. Maybe A.D is just another one of Head A’s minions, just like Mona & Charlotte were….

If not, then I believe A.D is going to be Mona, because we are told the A Game was going to come full circle. Or Alison herself.



Request: 3 with Luke: “Is this my ex? Can I hide behind this counter?”

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You stroll down the shop, grabbing the new set of strings for your guitar (you’re not very talented yet and may have broken string while tuning it) and putting it away before taking your shift at the counter.

Working as a cashier may not be the most interesting job, but your boss lets you have reductions on the products, so you’re guessing it’s not that bad. Plus, watching musicians buy their equipments is more interesting than watching people buy their groceries, so really there could be worse cashier jobs.

Julie sends you a relieved smile as you take her place at the counter, and you settle down into the chair, ready for four hours of boredom. And really, it ends up only being three.

Because just as the last hour of your shift starts, something…interesting happens. You’re just helping a middle-aged mom put away a guitar for her son when some guy comes to the register. He puts some items for an electric guitar and you have to admit you don’t really pay attention to what because your attention is completely taken by the guy himself.

He’s just…wow. He’s really tall and has tousled blonde hair and deep blue eyes and broad shoulders and you swear his bone-structure is like, perfection, and you’re so awed that you barely have time to react when he looks behind him and turns back to you wide-eyed.

“Is that my ex? Can I hide behind this counter?”

Without waiting for an answer, he rushes behind the desk and crouches at your feet, leaving you utterly confused as you watch a fuming brunette walk your way.

“Excuse me, did you see an asshole somewhere around here? Tall, blonde, the kind of face that makes you wanna stab him?”

“Um…” You spare a glance at the blonde heap of limbs under your chair.

He sends you a pleading look, his blue eyes looking up at you through fine lashes, and you can’t resist.

“Nope, I haven’t.”

She eyes you suspiciously before nodding.

“Okay. If you see him, could you please direct him to me? We have a few things to discuss, like the way he covered my front lawn in toilet paper, sent pictures of my teddy bear to the entire school and stole his favorite vinyls from my dad’s collection.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and you start regretting hiding the boy. He sounds every bit like a jackass who deserves to get cornered by this girl (although the teddy bear thing is kinda funny).

But just then, he whispers something angrily under his breath, something that sounds suspiciously like ‘you had sex with my best friend you bitch you deserved it’, and suddenly you don’t feel pity for the girl anymore. Actually you feel tempted to ask what the vinyls were, cause you love vinyls and if he plays electric guitar, there’s a good chance he has a similar taste as you.

“Anyway,” the girl says, having just finished a rant about his terrible table manners, “if you find him call me.”

She writes down her number on a piece of paper, handing it to you before strutting away.

“Is she gone for good?” The guy asks, and it’s just now that you realize that he has an Australian accent, and that’s really annoying cause you have a sweet spot for accents. “You must be so weirded out,” he grins as he gets out from his hiding spot. “But I swear I’m not a psychopath.”

“Honestly, if you were, you’d deserve each other,” you chuckle, thinking back to all the ways she said she’d get back at him.

“True. What can I do to thank you? My name’s Luke by the way.”

“Well, she did say something about vinyls…”

Luke gets a wicked glint in his eyes and writes down a number right under the one his ex left you.

“Now you get to choose which one to call to make plans with tonight. But to be honest? One of the vinyls is Led Zep. So I’ll see you at my place.”

He disappears with his items and leaves you slightly disoriented, clutching his number in your hand. Fucking Led Zep.

moonfox22  asked:

7 Kakasaku for the prompt meme?

7. I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed. (Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.)

This definitely did not go the direction I was expecting, but man was it fun to write. Experimented with style, please excuse my indulgence (I am full of pretensions of poetry). Little bit NSFW.

Sakura is raised on a steady diet of love stories. Her mother giggles behind books whose covers feature women dipped low by men with flowing hair. Her older cousins bat their eyelashes at boys who preen like birds at the attention. She and Ino whisper under blankets in the night, movie stars pouting out from magazine pages.

Sakura is raised on a steady diet of love stories, and she knows that love isn’t love until it tears you apart and turns you into something new. Something beautiful.

Love is heartbreak and tears and passionate declarations in the rain.

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