tonight is just a really emotional night

Who knew two boys from Columbus, Ohio could be attending The Grammy’s tonight….. the clique did. 

I am at a loss for words of how proud I am of Josh and Tyler for coming this far and for being able to go tonight and potentially walk away with 5 wins. No matter what the outcome, they have shown what is possible for all artists.

Tyler started this adventure when he was only a teen, finding Josh, being able to hope that two guys could put on a show. It was a dream with no plan B in sight and turned into them selling out MSG twice, and Tyler sharing with the clique that WE did it. 

No Phun Intended. Self-Titled. Regional At Best. Vessel. Blurryface.

Each album came to life, being heard by the few, then by the many. Each era has brought new colors, new journeys, new clique, but most of all, a new story for each person who enjoyed the era. Even if you didn’t come in until Blurryface or just now, you can enjoy each era. Regardless, with Blurryface coming to an end, one can only imagine what Tyler and Josh will create next.

Tonight, this is not just a special night for Tyler and Josh, it is a special night for their families, friends, all the crew members apart of the ERS, and the clique. Beyond seeing them in suits, we get to watch them have this magical moment and share how proud we are of them.

At my ERS show, Tyler shared how uncomfortable him and Josh were with wearing suits and going to The Grammy’s. He did not think they would win anything, which all of us disagreed with. Yet, what he said is to tell everyone that they are taking us with them, they are representing us tonight. Tyler and Josh are not going to just try to win as many Grammy’s as they can, they are going for us and to share it with us.

No matter what happens, as the clique started with “Stressed Out”, we will always sing along for these two happy boys from Columbus. They’ve made some huge moves in 2016 and now 2017, but they are still as humble as ever and continue to be kind and make everyone who loves them feel the love they give back.

Thank you to Josh and Tyler’s families for sharing your boys with us. You have given them to the world and let them show what they can do. I can only imagine what it feels like to have them becoming so well-known, but the clique is so lucky to have them and incredibly grateful that you share them with us. The Grammy’s are for you all as well.

Thank you to the crew of ERS, the directors for all the Blurryface MV’s, and anyone who has been involved with these two incredible young men. You all put together these ideas, make them happen safely, but also dedicate so much time and we are so grateful. Tonight is for you too.

Thank you to the worldwide clique for continuing to share their unconditional love for Tyler and Josh. We are one family, who build one another up, share a common love, but also remind these two guys what they mean to us. You all are wonderful people and tonight is for you as well.

Here’s to the 2017 Grammy’s! Let’s enjoy this night, no matter the outcome because we will always be proud of Twenty One Pilots. Tyler and Josh have already won hearts around the world, which counts with no Grammy’s or 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 Grammy’s. 

We will always sing along. |-/

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)

I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai 

Originally posted by beverlyslaurel




Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus

Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol




It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to  Y/N .


She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .


But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely.  Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured


The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.



But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.



“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”


“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child . 


“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her  crutches in hand to support her body.

“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.


“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care.  Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.


“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and  knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her” 

  ” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when  Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“


"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.


“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .

_______________________________________________________________________


“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be  horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.

“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word . 


“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from  her .

"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room.  Klaus gasps at Y/n words.

“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .


 "You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .


Y/n POV


I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working.  "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out .  I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table . 


I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the  door.  "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“  Uncle Elijah asks. 


Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .



"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”


“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama.  Yeah that’s it.


“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”

“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.


“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus



“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”

I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.  


Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –


My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”

“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .


“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets   . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .

“And what would that be darling ,”


“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .”  the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person. 


“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet  ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .


 * Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But  I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

anonymous asked:

21 please!

oooh interesting hahaha

21. “He’s a bad kisser.”

“Ah shit!” Isak groaned throwing his head back as he threw his keys on his bedside table and dropped his bag. 

Even looked up at the frustrated boy in alert “What? what is it?” 

“Jonas has my phone.” Isak moaned into his hands. 

Even shook his head “why…why would Jonas have your phone? is there literally anything you guys don’t share?” 

“Even the only thing you are wearing right now that isn’t mine is your underwear.” 

“Weeeeeelllll….” 

Isak screwed up his face “Eveeeeen” 

Even’s beautiful laugh filled the room as his eyes squinted up in slits “Kidding!” 

Isak blushed and smiled, an involuntary reaction whenever Even did that. 

Anyway, Jonas has my phone because he took it away when I kept texting you instead of listening to his rants about soft and hard tacos.” 

Even nodded “sounds like an interesting debate. on one hand the soft shell is easier to eat, but the hard shell adds an interesting authenticity that you just can’t-” 

“Oh my god stop!” Isak laughed. 

Even pursed his lips and tugged at Isak’s hip “can we go get tacos?” 

Isak smiled and shook his head “You are so random. We can if you give me your phone so I can text Jonas and tell him to bring my phone to school tomorrow.” 

“Anything for the man of my life.” Even replied, handing him his phone. 

Isak rolled his eyes, his cheeks hurting from all the smiling Even always got out of him.

“I’ll go get my jacket.” Even said, heading to the living room. 

“you mean my jacket” Isak laughed. 

he went into the messages to find Jonas’s name when he saw something he couldn’t unsee. 

There was a message to a number that hadn’t been added to contacts. Isak squinted at the message, his heart pumping hard. 

Even:

Yeah i’m seeing him again tomorrow. He is really sweet and everything but he is a baaad kisser. But yeah I’ll call you tonight :)

Isak felt his heart sink into his stomach, and his fingers instinctively touch his lips. Was he really a bad kisser?? he always thought Even was happy whenever they were intimate. But maybe, maybe it was all a lie? Then what else is a lie? Isak felt sick. 

“Hey baby you ready to go?” Even called from the living room and Isak swallowed his emotion. He wasn’t meant to see this. He will just try to forget about it. 

But of course he didn’t, he ended up staying up all night wondering if this whole time he was doing everything wrong. Why was Even still with him if he was bad at everything? What was the point? 

The next day he showed up to school grumpy and Jonas noticed. 

“What the hell is up with you? I gave you your phone back.” 

Isak grunted. 

“Okay speak up” mahdi said, all the boys leaning towards Isak, ready to listen to his problem. 

“Even thinks i’m a bad kisser.” 

Magnus laughed and Jonas furrowed his brows. “he said that?” 

“No he texted it to someone.” 

“Isaaak” Mahdi shook his head in disapproval. 

“I didn’t mean to see it! It was just there.” 

“Well who did he say it to?” 

“I don’t know, there was no contact name.” 

Jonas dismissed it with his hand “it’s probably nothing”

“NOTHING??? My boyfriend hates me!” 

“Even loves you.” Magnus stated shaking his head. 

“He basically kisses the ground you walk on” Mahdi agreed. 

“But my kissing!” 

Jonas shrugged “It’s just one thing.” 

Magnus nodded “Yeah he loves you despite your terrible kissing skill. that’s sweet.” 

Isak glared at him. 

“What? it is is! I mean you can’t all be pros like me” Magnus grinned smugly. 

The boys all looked at him unconvinced. 

“It’s true! Vilde can’t get enough. She is obsessed. I mean I could teach you some tricks if you like Isak” 

Isak screwed up his face “No thanks Magnus.” 

“what? I don’t mind. Your my friend. Theres nothing wrong with a friend showing another friend how to kiss.” 

Mahdi laughed, Jonas shook his head “You are seriously deranged Magnus.” 

“Okay so i’m gonna go. Sorry Magnus. I’m still not going to hook up with you.” Isak said walking away. 

“I don’t- that’s not- Guyyyys!” 

That night Even and Isak were snuggled up watching a movie when Even kissed Isak’s neck. he tensed up. The anxiety creeping up his body. Oh no. All he could think was how bad he was at kissing and how much it must disappoint Even. 

Even pressed his lips against Isak’s and Isak just sat there, unresponsive. 

Even pulled back confused 

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you upset.” 

Isak crossed his arms “I just, I don’t feel like doing anything.” 

Even nodded “Okay. That’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around Isak. 

Okay now Isak was mad. Even gave up way too easily. He must be relieved! Isak is a bad kisser. 

He shook off Even’s arm and lifted his head up. 

“Okay.. talk to me.” Even said, closing the laptop. 

“Well why did you give up so easily? Are you? Are you grossed out by me?” 

Even looked at him blankly “What? Isak what are you talking about?” 

“You think I’m a bad kisser.” 

Even laughed “baby, you are the best kisser in the world.” He raised his eyebrows “I’ve taught you everything you know.” 

“You’re lying.” 

Even’s eyes became concerned and he took Isak’s hands in his. “Isak I love every single part of you. I can’t even be in the same room without wanting to jump you. Your kisses send me to paradise.” he kissed his knuckles. “What is this really about? Tell me.” 

Isak finally caved “I saw your message. on your phone.” Even didn’t react so he elaborated “it said “he is really sweet but he is a bad kisser.” 

Even was confused and then he smiled “And you thought it was about you? Oh baby you’re everything but sweet.” he winked, poorly. 

Isak scrunched his brows “Then…who were you talking about?” he found the biggest fear hitting him hard in his chest. Was Even cheating?

“I don’t know, I didn’t write it.” Even said nonchalantly

Isak felt relief flood through him. 

“Then who did?” 

Even laughed and when realisation hit him “Oh my god! Vilde borrowed my phone when I was helping her plan Kosegruppa last night because hers were flat. She wanted to text Eva” 

Isak smiled brightly “So it was about Magnus.” 

The laughter consumed him and Even kissed his forehead with his smile. 

“Baby whenever you think you are a bad kisser, just come to me so I can prove you wrong.” 

and then his lips were on Isak’s and everything disappeared. 

No. This wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. 


I hope this was okay <3 

The Defenders AU where it's the same but everyone can't stop making shitty puns
  • Matt: Alright, so let's recap. We'll storm Madame Gao's fortress from the back and hopefully, take down the initial force before reinforcements arrive. Jessica will lead the assault. She's the crown JEWEL to make this plan work. But just remember, Gao rules this area with an IRON FIST and will have a lot of support.
  • Jessica: Good, I like this plan. This plan, DARE I say it, is DEVILISHLY good.
  • Luke: But remember, I'm the tank of this group. If you ever need a HAND, I'll be glad to step in. I'm always open to STEP INTO THE RING.
  • Danny: Me too! I've been itching to get into a fight for a while now. I've got a lot of CAGED UP emotions that I need to let loose.
  • *Claire steps into the room*
  • Claire: Sorry I'm late you guys, traffic was really PUNISHING. I think it's because it's been a MISTY NIGHT tonight.
  • Danny: That's okay Claire. Here, I ELEKT Matt to buy you some NATCHIOS because you seem very stressed.
  • *Jessica spits something out*
  • Luke: Yo, you okay?
  • Jessica: I'm fine, I just got some COTTON in my MOUTH.
#69 [Enzo Amore]

Requested, #69. “It just…hurts.” (Prompt from here.)

Author Note: So this is actually from a part of a story I wrote way back when Enzo first got injured on the Payback 2016 PPV. When I got this prompt, it was the perfect reason to finally finally finish this. It’s long and fluffy and I’m not sorry.

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You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world as you ran through the back hallways of the arena, attempting to make your way to the car bay.

You’d been in your locker room, finalizing getting ready in your ring gear, when Nattie had come in, asking if you’d been watching the current match. Truth be told, you’d been so busy being in your hometown, visiting with people and making appearances, that you hadn’t remembered to turn on the closed-circuit TV. You were too focused on getting ready for your own title match that night on the PPV.

But all it took was one sentence from Nattie for all of your focus to shift entirely away from anything to do with you.

“Enzo got hurt in his match.”

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They’re Better Than You Are P.1 (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Hey guess what. It was @waywardswain ‘s birthday earlier this week and you all get to enjoy her birthday present. 

Part 2 will be uploaded way later tonight! Hope you enjoy part 1!

 Summary: You and Rob are married, but you’re going through a really rough patch. You play Metatron on Supernatural, (female Metatron), and the time has come for the two of you to film “Don’t Call Me Shurley”.

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Word Count: 1,298

Warning: Angst, Fighting, Emotional Hurt, Fluff

You and the gang sat in Briana’s hotel room, the annual after party since the Saturday Night Special was over. You were sitting on the hotel bed, by yourself, while there were groups of people around the room just talking, enjoying the night.

Rob was sitting on the other side, talking to Rich as he was fiddling with a guitar. The two of you were ignoring each other tonight, having gotten into another fight earlier that day. By this point, however, you couldn’t even remember what the fight was about.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” asked Matt, sitting down next to you on the bed. Matt and you were best friends; he could tell when things were off. Especially when you could even tell you were staring at your husband just a little too long.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Long day, I guess.” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Matt sighed, knowing that you and Rob were having a rough patch at the moment.

“C’mon, let’s head to my room. We’ll talk.” said Matt, standing up and reaching out his hand for you to grab. You smiled, grateful at the action. You grabbed his hand, walking out.

You didn’t realize Rob was watching the two of you behind you.

“What’s up?” asked Matt, sitting down in a chair in his hotel room. You sat across from him on the bed.

“I don’t even know Matt. He won’t speak to me today; I can’t even remember what we fought about earlier, it was so small. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells just to be in the same room as him at this point.”

Matt sighed, walking over to sit next to you. You glanced up at him, already feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Matt opened his arms; you fell into them immediately, breaking down in tears.

Matt looked down at you, trying to comfort you the best way he could as he rubbed your back. The two of you have known each other since you were kids, and he wanted nothing more than to just go and punch Rob into sanity. But, he knew better.

Pulling yourself together for a moment, you sat up, just wanting to get these words out to someone, finally tell someone how you had been feeling.

“When Rob and I first got married, I made a promise to myself. I told myself we were gonna be better, I told myself that I wasn’t gonna let us end up like his parents. I told myself we were gonna be different.” I paused, looking at Matt.

“Have I let him down, Matt?”

Matt stood up, again sitting back down in the chair in front of you, taking your hands.

“You will get through this, Y/N; I promise you this right now. I don’t know what’s up with Rob, and I wish I had the way to fixit but you know I don’t. But no, you did not let him down, I promise you.”

“Then why do I feel like such a disappointment?”

Matt sighed, pulling you back into the hug. You needed to cry, and he knew that.

The two of you didn’t know, however, that Rob was standing outside the hotel room, hearing the sound of your tears that he caused. He tightened his fists in frustration, turning around, walking away from the door.

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“What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call, Thompson?”

“OH DO I HAVE THE SURPRISE FOR YOU.” You laughed, leaning up against the counter in your kitchen. It was early morning, and Robbie Thompson had just called you.

“What’s up?”

“Okay, so you’re flying out to film more of season 11 later this week, right?” asked Robbie, obviously eager to get his news out for you.

“Yeah, why?” You had been given a week off during the fiasco of the last convention and filming episode 20 of season 11. You hadn’t been given the script yet though.

“Okay, so, you should be getting episode 20 in the mail either today or tomorrow. Full episode, you and Rob. Yes, I said it! You heard me! I’m bringing Rob back.”

Your eyes went wide a bit, not really sure how to feel about this. You felt horrible for thinking this, but things had been getting so bad with Rob lately that you were actually looking forward to flying out to set. A break was a break.

But hey, maybe it would be good. You and Rob would be forced to spend time together, no matter how hard he was trying to ignore you. This will be good. You could make this work.

“Robbie Thompson, that’s fantastic!! He’ll be so excited to hear that!”

“The producers should be calling him any minute, but I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Thanks man, I can’t wait to see you and read it. And don’t worry, I won’t tell him. He can hear it from the producers ha.” You laughed a little, wanting it to be a surprise.

You hung up the phone with Robbie Thompson, sighing a little. Here it was; a chance to finally start on fixing your relationship with your husband. God knows you were taking it.

“Don’t tell me what?”

You jumped, turning around, not realizing Rob was even home, let alone in the same room as you to hear your side of the phone call.

Rob stood across from you, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh, hey babe! That was just a call from-.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

You stopped right were you were, flabbergasted that he would even think that. You took a breath, careful of your next choice of words. You didn’t want to make this worse than it already was.

“Rob, no. I am not cheating on you. The fact that you would even think that of me Rob-.”

“What am I supposed to think, Y/N? Secret phone calls? You running off with Matt all the time? Don’t even think I didn’t see how close the two of you were being at the last convention.” said Rob, already knowing full well that he was the cause of it. He was just snapping. For what reason? Well, not even he could tell you that.

But you were done with it. Done.

“Listen here, Rob Benedict. In the love that is all good and holy, you should know me better than to think that I would ever cheat on you, you hear me? I don’t know what’s been up with you these past few weeks, but you better open your eyes and realize you need to be here to fix it.”

You found yourself walking towards him, close enough that your finger was out pointing against his chest.

“How dare you think I would ever cheat on you? How. Fucking. Dare. You.”

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. You sighed, turning around to answer it.

Opening the door, a FedEx man stood before you, handing you two packages. You knew what it was already, scripts for you and Rob each for season 11 episode 20.

“Thank you.” you said to the man, closing the door and turning back to Rob.

“You know what Rob? I’m done trying to get your attention. I’m done dealing with the fact that you’ve given up.” You shoved his script in his face.

“I’ll see you in Vancouver.”

Grabbing your already packed bag, you turned around, walking out of the door. You were done.

Just. Done.

TAGS: @laffytaffyhumor @hudine @fandom–0verdose @madame-marilyn @casgrl 

Tagging @i-dont-understand-that-url and @dont-hate-relate-pls for good measure 

I’ve posted a lot today… I’ll try to keep this as short as I can. If I can.

Yesterday marked the date I’ve officially been with my best friend, my partner in crime, my first love for forty years. Our history together has so much weight, plenty of highs and lows, times we remember fondly and times that have, admittedly, made us both harder people than we ever imagined ourselves being decades ago… I’m not one to believe in destiny really, I frequently find myself wishing so damn often that I could go back and right all of the wrongs I’ve done to him. But despite the pain these memories bring they are a part of our story, a part of our struggles and triumphs, a part of the ever-growing pile of evidence that suggests there will be plenty of times we blow apart, but we will always gravitate back to each other. As I have told him from the very beginning, he is the gasoline to my lit match, the fuel to my fire. I wouldn’t be what I am without him. I wouldn’t know how to love without him. And he he has, in turn, made me all the more dangerous for it.

Rick and I have never been the most typical couple… Far from it, actually. So going on a date that resulted in no bloodshed was, actually, pretty extraordinary for us despite it being the norm for most. I think that’s part of what made the night so incredible. That we chose to focus solely on one another, no one else. Tonight I saw a grin so wide it made my knees weak, held hands so tight it made my heart pound, and heard “I love you”s so sweet that, dare I say, they could have given me a cavity. Tonight was a night our laughter grew louder with every drink we had, a night that had us leaving the drive-in not even remembering what movie we watched because we were preoccupied with one another, a night that wrapped up with the pair of us trying our best to serenade each other with either the trumpet or the piano in our drunken stupor… A night that we didn’t even know ended until we settled into our final post-climax haze, cigarettes between our lips as we curled up with each other under the sheets and quilts, and watched the sun rise over the lake.

He and I may not be each other’s missing puzzle pieces. But I couldn’t give less of a shit. He’s lifted me up and healed my pain in more ways than one. And I can only hope that I’ve done a fraction of what he’s done for me.

He’s sound asleep on my chest as I type this. And my eyes are growing heavy, which means I should at least attempt to squeeze a nap in before I get up to make breakfast with him in the morning. Going out was such fun, but I am looking forward to the usual lazy Sunday routine with him and enjoying each other’s company in our cabin.

I know you’ll wake up and read this, Rick…. I love you, and always will. That’s a promise.

Happy 40 years.

Billy

Bechloe One Shot: Blind Date

What’s up nerds? This was requested by @metalheaddrummer. I hope you like it, dude!!

Chloe agrees to let Jesse set her up on a blind date. The big surprise is who Chloe’s date ends up being… (You guys know who it is…. ;)


“What’s up, Red?” Chloe heard a familiar voice call from behind her. She was surprised to turn around and see Jesse approaching her.

“Jesse, hey, what’s up?” She continued to scroll and look at her laptop.

Jesse came over and sat down beside her, smiling. Chloe gave a slight smile back. She felt weird. While she had talked with Jesse on numerous occasions, it had never been without Beca there, unless it was a “Hey, have you seen Beca?” Either way, her best friend, and also his girlfriend, was the center of Jesse and Chloe’s relationship. She knew Jesse knew that Beca was at work at the radio station. So he had to be talking to her for some other reason.

Chloe waited for him to say something. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Chloe sat her laptop down at her feet and turned toward him, “Something you need, Jesse?”

He looked up and chuckled, “Uh, yeah… Kinda. Are you seeing anyone?”

This question took her by surprise. Not just because of who was asking, but because no one had really asked her that in almost 3 years. She had dated since she had been at Barden, but nothing had been serious. A few guys here and there, and one drunken night with a small brunette girl who reminded her so much of the reason why she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else.

Jesse could see the surprise on her face, but misinterpreted, “Oh, hey, it’s not… I don’t want to know for me. I have this friend who’s looking. Really nice, guy. Tall. Good smile. I just thought maybe you guys would hit it off.”

Chloe’s expression didn’t change. “Oh. Jesse, I don’t know… I’m not really all that into blind dates…”

He reached over and grabbed her hand and squeezed, “Please, Chloe. Trust me on this. I think that you are really going to like who I am setting you up with. I think I know what you like better than you think I do.”

I seriously doubt that,” she thought to herself as her mind drifted to Beca. That’s really the only person she wanted. Beca. Jesse’s girl. The long-term lover of the guy who was trying to set her up on a date.

She had been infatuated with her ever since she first saw her walking around at the activities fair, hair pulled back showing off her “ear monstrosities” as Aubrey so often called them. Beca’s stand-offish attitude and innate disgust for group activities had been threatening to her college bestie, but Chloe had seen right through her tough attitude and immediately felt drawn to the caring, passionate person underneath.  

Plus, she was beautiful. Breathtakingly so, and as the years had drawn on and their friendship had grown and deepened, Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about her. About wanting to kiss her, wanting to caress her soft cheeks or lace their hands together. No matter where Chloe went or what she was doing, something always seemed to remind her of Beca.

The Bella’s often went out and did things together, and whenever they would, sometimes Chloe would let her emotions, and her hormones, get a little out of  control and she’d slip up. 

Like the time the Bella’s all took a trip to Six Flags. They were standing around deciding what ride they wanted to get on first, but their large group was in the way. A woman was trying to walk past them with her family, but Beca was in her path, so Chloe casually slipped her hand around Beca’s waist and pulled her back. It was a simple thing. Something she would’ve done to any of the girls,  but she left it there just a little too long. She found herself almost pulling Beca into her and when she realized this, she immediately let go. Beca didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t say so. Beca always seemed to miss Chloe’s “slip ups.”

Jesse waved a hand in front of Chloe’s face, “Earth to Chloe, you in there? Come on, just say yes. It’s one date. It won’t kill you, and you’ll be surprised by how into it you’re going to be.”

Chloe sighed and racked her brain for a good excuse as to why she shouldn’t give it a try. “Okay, fine. When and where?”

Jesse bounced with excitement, “Okay, awesome! Tonight, Grace’s, say… 7?”

Chloe whined, “Grace’s?… That place is expensive and fancy… That means I’m going to be broke AND I have to wear a super nice dress.”

Jesse got up to leave, “Don’t worry about paying. That will be covered. When you get there, the reservations will be under my name.You’re not gonna regret this, Chloe.”


Beca got off work and had a message from Jesse telling her to meet her at the restaurant. It was odd of him not to come pick her up, but he said that he had some things to take care of before meeting her.

Beca was happy with Jesse, but over the course of the past year they had become more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. They still went out, held hands, and kissed, but that initial spark between them was gone, and she was sure that he felt that way too. Tonight’s date was probably his last stitch effort to fix it.

She expected that he would have some kind of elaborate night planned. Dinner at Grace’s, a walk in the park where she would then be serenaded by the Bellas or the Trebles, and then probably some poem that we would read aloud to her. Jesse was a big romantic and Beca could get into it sometimes.

She got ready, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door. When she arrived at Grace’s she didn’t see Jesse waiting for her outside. She tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. “He’s probably already inside,” she thought.

She stopped at the hostess desk, “Excuse me, I’m looking for my date. I was supposed to meet him here at 7.”

“Name?”

“Jesse Swanson.”

The woman stepped from behind her desk, “Right this way, Miss.” She led Beca to a table towards the back.

She waited for almost ten minutes and she was growing anxious when she saw the hostess heading back toward her table. She was taken aback to see Chloe step out from behind her. “Chloe? What are you doing here?”

Chloe was just as confused as Beca, “Um, I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse’s friend here for a date… What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse here. He didn’t say anything about double dating tonight.” Beca felt her phone buzz in her hand. It was a text from Jesse.


Beca,  you and I both know that things have been kind of dialing down between us for some time now. But there’s someone in your life things haven’t dialed down with. At first, I tried to ignore it. I thought you guys were just really good friends. But the more you were around each other the more I could see it. You like her, Beca. And she likes you. You and I have never looked at each other the way that you two steal glances all the time. I may be the craziest man in the history of the world for this, but I’m setting you up with Chloe. Enjoy yourself. No hard feelings. I expect details as to how this night goes. Love you (in some weird twisted maybe platonic, maybe not kind of way.)

Beca stared at her phone for a long time just re-reading what Jesse had just sent. She looked from her phone to Chloe, who was still standing with her coat on.  “Umm…” 

Beca’s head was spinning. She was kind of embarrassed that she had let her feelings for Chloe show so openly, but she also felt butterflies in her stomach. She always got that feeling when Chloe was around. She looked at her friend, her potential date, and she was short of breath because of how beautiful she looked. Her hair as curled and falling on her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with eye shadow she had on. Beca’s eyes drifted to her lips which were bright red. Damn, she looks amazing… 

Before Beca could try to explain what was happening, Chloe’s phone went off.

Chloe, she’s all yours. Take care of her, will you? She really likes you.

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. “Beca… Um, Jesse just text me, and… Well… I think that…”

“He set us up.” Beca finished Chloe’s sentence.

Chloe’s face was as red as her hair. “Look, Beca… We can just leave. We don’t have to do this. I don’t know what he was thinking. I swear, I had no idea…”

Beca went around the table to Chloe’s side, “No. Don’t leave. Here, let me take your jacket.” Chloe let Beca pull her coat off her shoulders and watched her hand it to one of the employees. She came back and pulled the chair out, “Sit down.”

Chloe shook her head, “Beca, I… Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, really sure because we can just forget it all and go home.”

Beca’s face softened at how nervous Chloe seemed to be. Chloe, who always seemed so put together and in control. The girl who never faltered when a guy would make a pass at her at party. The girl who could confidently stand on a table and dance to the song “Get Low” after only consuming two alcoholic beverages was nervous about potentially being on a date with Beca. Beca the tiny, socially awkward DJ.

She smiled and crossed to Chloe realizing that tonight she was going to have to be in control, and for some odd reason, she felt it. She felt excited and empowered. She wanted to be here with Chloe so badly that all her usual fear and anxiety seemed to melt off of her and pass onto Chloe.

 “Chloe, do you honestly think that I don’t notice how you make excuses to touch me? That you fight for the spot on the sofa next to me on Bella Movie Night? Oh, and that you are constantly eye-balling my cleavage?” 

The look of embarrassment increased on Chloe’s face. “There are reasons why I never pulled away from you. Reasons why I always made everyone else move off your spot on the couch… Look, I don’t really do emotions and feelings well… But, you look incredibly beautiful tonight. More so than usual, if that’s even possible. I want you to sit down and have dinner with me. Just the two of us. And if you’re up for it, I may even slip my foot over next to yours underneath the table.” Beca gave a wink and Chloe laughed.

“Okay. I’ll have dinner with you.”

They ate, talked, and laughed all through dinner. When desert came, Chloe felt a soft foot rubbing against her leg. “Oh my God, Beca…” Beca didn’t look up, but just grinned when she felt Chloe’s foot playing with her own.

They were walking out the door carrying to-go boxes toward their cars. “So despite us being set up in such a strange way, this has been pretty great,” Beca said as she stopped beside Chloe’s car.

Chloe nodded, “It has.” She hesitated and looked into Beca’s eyes.

“What is it?”

“If you knew that I liked you and you liked me, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Beca looked up at Chloe, seeing she was kind of hurt.

Chloe could see Beca wasn’t expecting that and she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… At first I thought that you were just fooling around. That you were “play flirting” I guess. But the longer it went on, the more I wanted you to be real flirting. But I just couldn’t imagine you being into me. You are so great. You’re kind, sweet, caring, talented, gorgeous, and I am… Well, I am me. Plus, I had never had feelings for another girl like that before. It scared me, you know. Currently does scare me. Especially with you standing in front of me with those blue eyes that I could get so lost in…”

Chloe blushed and smiled rolling her eyes, “You don’t have to sweet talk me, Beca. I’ve already fallen.”

Beca had been different all night. She had been more confident in her actions and words. Chloe could see that confidence fading now as she looked up and fixed her gaze on Chloe’s lips. “Well… Good… Then… Then I can… Uh, I can do this…” She reached up and placed her hand on Chloe’s face pulling her lips down to her own. It was soft and sweet. Beca pulled back slowly finding that Chloe was following her not wanting the kiss to end.

“I owe your boyfriend big time,” Chloe giggled as she licked her lips. She could still feel the tingle of where Beca’s hand and lips had just been.

“Ex-boyfriend, I think…” Beca said scratching her head.

Chloe smiled and put her hand on Beca’s waste dragging her closer, getting to leave it there this time. “Well, since he is your ex, I won’t feel as bad about doing this.” She pressed her lips to Beca’s. This time the kiss was more urgent.

Chloe gently pushed her tongue to Beca’s barley touching it, but it was just enough to make Beca want more. 

Her whole body was beginning to heat up. She wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waste and slowly let her hands fall lower onto Chloe’s backside.

“What do you say we rendezvous some more back in my room?” Beca was smiling from ear to ear.

Chloe returned the large smile, “I think that sounds great. I’ll meet you there in ten.” Chloe watched Beca practically run to her car. Chloe grabbed her phone and started typing:

You have no idea what you have done. Thank you so much!! We owe you, big time!

Chloe hit send and then jumped into her car to race back to the Bella house, where she could finally be with Beca in the way that she knew it was always meant to be.

A trimberly fanfiction

So as I said, I am writing a trimberly fanfiction and here is part 1. Don’t be too harsh on me as I rarely write.  I just love this pairing so much ya know? That I thought I would try my hand at writing again.

So let me know what you think ok? Forgive any mistakes as I have only seen the movie once and I’m going off of my fantastic memory /sarcasm.

Italics = past events.

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Million Reasons

Okay so this wasn’t requested by I sort of got the idea from Million Reasons by Lady Gaga (definitely recommend listening to while reading this). It hasn’t been edited or anything so I’m hoping it’s okay, if not I’m really sorry!!!! As per usual, please please please to send me any requests or ideas! TBH I sort of have a thing for like joker being a dick and then begging to get her back? Next time I pinky promise it’ll be lighthearted and no arguing!! Just good ol’ Joker fun 


Pairing: Jared Leto Joker x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really? I guess maybe like mention of physical abuse ??? but honestly nothing really. 


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This was your dirty little secret. No one knew, not your best friends, not your coworkers, and especially not your boyfriend. The Joker would not be okay with you going to church. You only went on special occasions such as a bad fight, emotional confusion, anything that made your chest heavy. It was nice to just be able to talk without having to worry about people hearing your every word.

Tonight was a an especially bad fight. Joker had always had a bad temper, never really calm, always unpredictable. Being his girl was hard, you never knew if today was going to be a good day or if today was going to be the day he finally snaps on you. Tonight was the night that he lost it. Never had he laid a hand on you that you didn’t want. Tonight was the exception. You didn’t have a clue what had happened, one moment he was fine and then the next his hand hit your face with incredible force. The sheer power behind the hit confirmed your fears of an awful black eye. That’s why you were at the church across the city where you were sure he couldn’t find you.

“I don’t know what I did wrong… I don’t know why he hit me. I just don’t know what to do. Please help a girl out?” It seemed as though you were talking to yourself but really you were talking to the man upstairs. You had no clue if he was actually real or not, you weren’t a huge believer but it still felt good to feel like someone was listening to you. “I just want everything to be okay. He’s given me a hundred million reasons to leave but he could give me one good reason and I would run back to him like a helpless little girl. I didn’t want this life. I wanted to find love and I wanted the man of my dreams to cherish me… Is that too much to ask God? Is it too much to ask to be loved? I’ve lost everyone… I’m completely alone. Lord show me the way…” At this point the mix of the painful mark on your face and the emotional pain that came with analyzing your life caused a single tear to slide down your bruised cheek. You quickly wiped it away, refusing to let this get to you.

“It’ll be okay y’know?” You jumped at the unexpected voice. You snapped your head around to see a friendly face, shoulder length brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a supportive smile. She seemed friendly enough.

“At this point I don’t know… I’m completely lost. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t even know if anyone is listening to me up there. I just need everything to be okay. He doesn’t even love me.” She moved up to sit beside you. With a deep breath in she looked at you. You didn’t see pity in her eyes as you expected, but empathy.

“The bruise will go away and eventually so will the heart ache. I’m assuming the man you love did this to you?” she said, moving a piece of hair that had fallen over your face. You nodded and looked down at your feet, embarrassed that you had let it get to this point. “I know it’s a lot easier said than done but you shouldn’t stay with him. You need to love yourself as much as you love him. Take all the love that you’ve devoted to him and give it to yourself. Love yourself to pieces, respect yourself, admire yourself and how strong you are. It’s hard, I know, I’ve been where you are. When I was with my Andy I loved him to pieces regardless of the bruises that he gave me, regardless of how awful he made me feel. The last straw for me was when I ended up in the hospital with a bad concussion from him. A nurse told me something when I was lying in the hospital bed. She said, ‘The love you give him must become the love you give yourself. The best way to show him he hadn’t completely broken you is to show him how strong you are. Show him that you are much stronger than he could ever be. Love yourself darling, give yourself everything he couldn’t.’ I think about that a lot actually. I think about how much that one woman changed my life. I figured I’d pass the message on,” her voice softened towards the end attempting to create a calm atmosphere.

“I wish I could leave him but I can’t. He’s all I have left. I can’t leave him.”

“Y/N. Why are you in a church?” The voice you were dreading to hear came from behind you. The weight collapsed on your chest making even the simple task of breathing impossible. You simply looked down rather than answer him. “Y/N answer me.”

“I come here whenever I don’t feel good. When we’ve fought, when you’re angry at me for lord know what reason, when I just don’t know what to do, when I’m lost. I come here to talk with no consequences okay? I come here when I need to think.” The words came out in one fast breath, worried that if you tried to breathe you wouldn’t be able to say a word. He stayed silent, processing what you had said. He hadn’t realized that he had caused so much turmoil in your life. He never meant to hurt you, he just didn’t know how to care for people.

“Y/N come home.” You shook your head, face scrunching up as you really started to cry. You couldn’t handle this anymore. You were utterly terrified of the man you loved. He had never said ‘I love you’ but you always thought that deep down he did, that deep down he cared for you and he needed you. You couldn’t live in fear that he would hurt you again. You turned around, facing the front of the church and stayed silent for a moment.

“J you hit me.” Your voice was shaky and quiet but clear and loud enough for him to hear. Those words tugged at the Joker’s heart. He never meant to hurt her, especially not physically. He never meant to tarnish her flawless skin. As much as he hated to admit, in fear that it might take away from his ruthless image, he cared for her quite deeply. You studied his face as he fell silent, unable to produce enough words to form an acceptable apology. He simply just shook his head in shock and backed away from the girl of his dark, twisted dreams.

Your face fell at the lack of his apology. You hoped he would at least try to fix things so that you had that one single reason to stay with him. You were desperate to have someone by your side, desperate for someone to take care of you, to give you everything you need or want, you were desperate for someone to fill the void left by the loss of all of those you ever loved. You were desperate for him.

“J if you can’t make this better then I’m going to go. I’m too strong to let you hit me. I’m too strong to let you control me. I’m too strong to be in fear of you and the things you’re capable of. “If you can’t fix this then I’m done J…” It pained you immensely to say those words to him. He wasn’t on for emotions and you knew that but the look in his intense blue eyes showed you everything he was thinking. They showed that he regretted his decision to hit you, you could see every emotion he could ever feel.

“I can make this right. Anything you want, anything you need, I can get it for you. I’ll pamper you and spoil you and I’ll treat you like my queen. You’re the light of my life Y/N. You keep me as sane as I could ever be. You can’t leave me Y/N. You can do this to me. You’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby if I was king you would be my queen. You’re good for whatever bits and pieces of my soul are left. I can’t do this without you Y/N. I’ll make this better baby,” he rambled, in need of your acceptance and approval. “Give me one more chance Y/N, I promise things will change. I would do anything for you,” he pleaded.

You gave one sharp nod and headed towards the doors of the church. He exhaled a deep breath of relief, elated that you agreed to come home. You didn’t know if you were making the right decision or not but love makes someone do crazy things. Maybe you were blinded by your love for him, maybe not, but you trusted yourself to give him this one last chance. He walked up behind you and placed his hand on the small of your back and placing a single kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re mine Y/N, you always will be and I will always be yours.” You slightly leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed as he felt you against him and pulled you in closer. In this moment you knew you were his and he was all yours. Entirely devoted to you til death.

i honestly don’t think i’ll ever get over one direction. i’m sentimental like that. they’re always going to be this like…. piece of my heart and i’m always going to laugh and smile when i think about them because like… they’ve literally grown up with me and we’ve all shared life together in like this really weird authentic way and i just like. i don’t think i’m one of those people to just say “huh well that was fun” and grow out of it

Caffeinated love

I’m shit at titles ok don’t judge

Author: ceruleanbucky

Summary: You lose your virginity to Bucky.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Cursing, Oral (reader receiving) 

Here’s some random smut for you.

Yes I’m back. I’ve been really busy with school and some emotional stuff recently, so I never really have time to write. But, I have a few hours tonight and tomorrow night so I’m planning on writing a bunch of fics and drabbles to just queue up for you all. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you enjoy the fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future fics/drabbles or if you have any requests! Love ya!

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Under Control (Part 19 of Faking It)

And the kinks continue! Enjoy!

Read Faking It, Just Breathe, Sex Hair and Blindfolds, Cold as Ice, Rough Around the Edges, Sticky Sweet, Slow Burn, Adult Film 101, Date Night, Hell on Heels,  The More, The Merrier, Even More, Even Merrier,  Hunter’s Aftercare, and Under Arrest, Flexibility, MeltingAnger Management, and Tight Spot.

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, dom!Dean

Word Count: 3150

A/N: 19 parts? Seriously? Y’all are the best for sticking with me this long.

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Just Starshipping Things

- Whenever Yusei is stuck working on a project and he refuses to stop regardless of lack of sleep, food or basic human hygiene, Judai will hide Yusei’s tools from him in an attempt to get him to leave the garage

- When Judai is sick he’s one of the most whiny boys you’ll ever meet. Yusei is okay with this and will selflessly give and do anything to help his lover during such a trying time When Yusei is sick Judai tries his best to help the mechanic and he even uses his own remedies he’s created while he was traveling the world

- Neither of them get much sleep. Judai can be up for days sometimes due to nightmares or just restlessness but when he does sleep, you can’t seem to wake him up. Yusei on the other hand, is constantly working and will forget to go to bed at times

- Yusei sleeps on the right side and Judai sleeps on the left

- Yusei typically is the neater one around the house, save his garage that has tools and materials scattered everywhere. Judai is a walking tornado and leaves a trail wherever he goes

- Judai doesn’t work much so most of their income is made by Yusei

- Judai plays more video games than Yusei. much more, but the mechanic will kick anyone’s ass at Mario Kart

- Judai is lactose intollerant and Yusei is allergic to peanuts so grocery shopping is always a pain

- Judai is completely detached from his phone, so much he often forgets it at home when he leaves and he loses it constantly. It doesn’t help that he has it on silent most of the time. Yusei however is the type of man who plays Neko Atsume and keeps his phone near him just in case there is an emergency in the lab or one of his friends needs help. It can annoy him that Judai loses his phone so often

- When Judai is up late at night due to nightmares about the past, Yusei will stay up with him and try to distract him in any way he can. Talking about the newest cards released or talking about teaching Judai to ride a D-Wheel are for sure ways to get the brunette to calm down

The Sleepover

A Joshaya Fanfic (with a touch of Rucas!)

Story by: @hoffkk

Summary:  Josh makes a surprise visit and decides to stay the night, crashing a sleepover between Riley and Maya.  With the parents away and another special visitor joining in on the fun, a friendly game night becomes much more intense.  Sparks fly, emotions run high, and suddenly all bets are off.

Notes: I do not own these characters or anything GMW/BMW related….I just love them to death!  I hope you all enjoy this story!  Let me know what you think!

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It was a quiet night. Auggie was sitting at the end of the coffee table drawing pictures with his new set of colored pencils, while Riley was hanging upside down on the couch playing Ninja Fruit on her phone. With her back against the seat cushion, feet tangling over the back of the couch, and hair hanging down and splayed all over the floor, Riley was slicing her way to a new high score when they heard a quick knock at the door, followed by the sound of it being thrown open only to find one of their favorite relatives standing in the threshold.

“Muh family!” Josh called out.

“Josh!” Auggie exclaimed as he ran across the room to hug his uncle.

“Hey!” Riley called, before flipping her legs over her head and landing on her knees in front of the small, round coffee table, which Auggie had been sitting at with a loud Oomph!  Wiping the hair out of her face, she sprang on to the balls of her feet, extended her arms out like she was ready to karate chop someone, and yelled, “I’m a ninja!”

Josh just stood there with his arm around Auggie and an amused look on his face as he replied, “I can see that.”

“Yeah…you should stick to fruit.”  Auggie added dryly, referring to her recent obsession with the app, she had been playing.

Riley straightened herself, pushing some hair behind her ear as she rolled her eyes at her brother. Then, with a smile on her face, she spoke.

“It’s good to see you, Uncle Josh.”

“You too.” He said, chuckling softly.

“So, what brings you here?”  Riley asked.

“I had to take care of some things at NYU, so I figured I would just come surprise you guys and stay the night.”

“You’re sleeping over?!”  Auggie asked excitedly.

“Yep.”  Josh answered, holding up the black duffle bag he had been clutching in his other hand, that wasn’t around his nephew’s shoulders, as proof.

“Yes!” Auggie shouted, making a “cha-ching” gesture with both of his little arms.

“Aw, you’re here and staying the night?  Yay!”  Riley said, clapping cheerfully.  Then suddenly, something clicked in Riley’s head, causing her eyes to widen. “Wait… you’re here and staying the night?  Oh, no…”  She trailed off, worry evident on her face.  

“Um… are you happy about it or not?  I’m a little confused.”  Josh responded, his brow still furrowed from his niece’s words.

“Of course, I am.” Riley assured.  "I just… I’ll be right back.“  She finished quickly with a tentative smile, then grabbed her phone from the couch and scurried down the hall to her bedroom.

"Did that make sense to you?”  Josh questioned, turning to Auggie.

“Nope,” Auggie stated. "But she never makes sense to me.”  He finished with a shrug of his shoulders, then went back over to where he had left his art supplies and proceeded to show Josh all of the drawings he had done.

Josh praised his nephew’s talent all the while wondering what the heck was going on with his niece.

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Riley was pacing across the open space in her room between her bed and the bay window as she dialed Maya’s number for the third time.

“Come on!  Pick up!”  Riley pleaded into the phone, hoping to get a hold of her friend before it was too late.  Maya was due to arrive any time now for their own sleepover, but now that Josh was here to stay the night, Riley wasn’t so sure Maya coming over was the best idea, especially since the last time they had seen each other was the morning after that college party she and Maya had crashed to “save” Josh.  The two of them had ended things on seemingly good terms, but that didn’t mean that having them both over wouldn’t be awkward for everyone involved.  Suddenly the ringing stopped and Maya’s voice flowed through the phone.

“Hey, Riles, what’s up?”  She greeted.

“Maya, hey…” Riley trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.  She knew that honesty was the best policy, but she didn’t want to hurt Maya with the truth.  She was weighing her options in silence when Maya spoke up again.

“Riley?  You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. It’s just- I don’t think tonight is gonna work out for our sleepover.”  Riley told her.

“Why not?” Maya said, utterly confused.  They had been planning this night all week and had so been looking forward to it.

“Because…I’m feeling a little under the weather.”  Riley lied. She hated lying, but she hated how emotional Maya could get over Josh even more, not that it was her fault exactly. You can’t help the way you feel, right? “Yeah, uh, my stomach feels queasy… I’m lying in bed as we speak.”  She added to her lie.

“Oh really?” Maya replied, sounding unconvinced. “Cause you look fine to me… cute top by the way.”

“Oh, thanks!” Riley beamed, coming to a halt, facing her bed, and smoothing out her top, a tie-dye tank with fringe at the bottom and a silver sequent peace sign on the front of it.  "I got it- wait…how did you-“

"Turn around, honey.”  Maya cut off her friend’s question.

Riley turned around and saw Maya in her window, waving and smirking at her as she held her cell phone to her ear.  She just waved back and smiled sheepishly, giving a little wave of her own as she said, “Hiiiii.”

Instead of responding, Maya decided to just end the call, tossing her phone into the front pocket of her large, purple and black satchel, which hung across her body securely.  It was technically her book bag for school, but since she was never one to bring books home, it was mostly used as a sleepover bag.  Meanwhile, Riley had tossed her phone onto her bed, and unlocked the window, allowing Maya to gain entry to her room.

After closing the window, Riley took a seat on her bench next to Maya who had just discarded her bag on the floor.

“Look,” Riley began. "I am so sorry for lying to you like that.  Are you mad at me?”

“I’m a lot of things right now, mostly surprised and confused, but mad?  No, I’m not mad at you, Riles.”  Maya replied.

“Really?” Riley queried, glad that she didn’t seem to upset her friend too much with her fib.

“Really.” Maya confirmed.  "I know you, Riley.  You wouldn’t lie to anyone, especially me, if you didn’t have a really good reason.“

"You’re right, and I do.”  Riley nodded curtly as she spoke her words seriously.

“So what is it?” Maya wondered aloud.

Riley took a deep breath before launching into what was, no doubt, a touchy subject for Maya:  Uncle Josh.

“Josh is here. He made a surprise visit and is staying the night.”  She explained.

“Oh.”  Maya said casually, trying to remain indifferent to the situation.

“I should have just told you that from the beginning.”  Riley responded as she pushed some of her long brown locks back behind her ear.

“So, why didn’t you?”  Maya asked curiously.

“I don’t know.  I guess, I thought I was protecting you.” Riley tried to explain.

“Protecting me? From what?”  Maya probed further.

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A Christmas Riarkle: Part 1

Pairing: Riarkle
Setting: right after the GMACM clip released earlier today
Rating: K

Everyone had headed home when Riley and Farkle were left to clean up the cafe. Riley had insisted that everyone go home and her family will get it in the morning, but Farkle knew better. He knew she would stay all night picking all the wrappings up.

He was mashing a few wrappings together when his hand bumped into his menorah. Riley’s attention had peaked as well and she silently made her way over.

“Riles, I’m still- I’m still-” words still were escaping him. Every time he thought about the gift, his heart ached and he was fighting what emotion was hooked onto it.

“Speechless?” Riley said lightly, a smile on her face. “I hope you like it.”

“Like it? I love it Riley. I just…,” he huffed, he saw things differently now since tonight. This really had been a turning point. “I just didn’t think you cared about me that much.”

“Farkle Minkus, how dare you think that,” her voice was still comical and she proceeded to throw bows at him.

He shrugged, trying to contain his laughter from Riley’s attempted attack.

“I don’t know, I just always felt like I cared for you more than you cared for me, but tonight…”

“Tonight changed that, didn’t it?” Riley finished, she features soft. “You know, at one time, I think that might have been true. I know I took you for granted all those years ago and I know I pushed you aside, but things have changed. Just like you and me.”

“I don’t-”

Riley interrupted and continued, her arms flailing the faster she spoke, “And the more we keep the changing, the more I know it’s okay to. Because you let me know that who I am today doesn’t have to be who I am tomorrow and so on and so forth. And I look at Maya and she’s still the same girl who climbed into my window years ago. Lucas is still the same Lucas I met on the subway, and then there’s you.”

She tried to force a smile and sighed, repeating, “And then there’s you. You are nothing like the little vampire I met on Halloween. You are nothing like the Mr. Turtleneck I was friends with in 7th grade. You keep changing, and I look in the mirror and know that I am changing too. I’ve struggled with finding who I am, whether it’s a nerd princess or a girl who believes in everything or a girl who believes in first and only love. We share the connection, only you and I share that connection and Farkle, that’s pretty special.”

“I-” Farkle started again.

“And I get that you probably think this is super weird or strange or plain crazy, but I care about you Farkle, more than you could ever know.”

Before Riley could get anything out, Farkle pulled her into a tight hug right there in the middle of Topanga’s.

“It means everything to me, it does. God Riley, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

They stood there all wrapped up in each other before Farkle pulled away, his hands on each side of her face.

“I love you Riley. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you in my life, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“And I love you, Farkle. By simply being you is how you ended up in my life and I never want that to change even if we do.”

Both their faces were bright red, not only from being in a cold cafe in the middle of winter, but because they were there together, so close and so tight.

Riley bit her lip, trying to stop herself from letting the words fall from her mouth, but they did anyways, “If we could live in this exact moment forever, what would you say next?”

Her eyes were bright and nothing- no one else seemed to matter right then and there. In that moment, only he mattered. He always had mattered.

“I wouldn’t say anything.” Her face fell when those few words escaped his mouth, but it warmed when his hand tangled itself in her hair, “but I would probably kiss you.” His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips and he pressed his forehead against hers, “but only if our situations were different.”

He pulled back, his hands still on each side of her rosy face. “We are both with other people and I could never hurt either of them. Smackle would be devastated and Lucas would never forgive me. We both know this is true.”

Riley nodded, staring at the tiling in the cafe. “If things were different, I would probably kiss you too,” she whispered, her eyes catching his.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted Riley Matthews and tonight confirmed that. I like Smackle, I do, but I-” he raked his fingers through this hair, “I can explain how I feel about Isadora. It’s sweet and small, but with you…” He paused, gulping for air, “I can’t even start to explain how I feel for you and I’m petrified.”

“Petrified? Why?” She grabbed his hand out of instinct, deep lines burying them into his forehead.

“Because tonight you taught me that there are two ways of reading things, you taught me that it’s okay to change. You’ve made me feel something I can’t even form words about, and that scares me. All I’ve ever known are answers and normal.”

She reached forward, brushing the hair from his eyes, “Weren’t you the one to ask me to help you understand love?”

“Well I don’t understand it.”

“Exactly.”

To be continued

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