too old to be on a road trip with the rents

Billboard: Niall Horan Braces for Stardom Outside One Direction, With Advice From Justin Bieber & The Eagles

When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.”

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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that road trip headcanon no one asked for

just because i can’t get it out of my head

  • nico and will taking a two-week trip the summer before college, because “seriously, will, this is your last chance to have fun before you die in pre med”
  • they buy a truck that looks like it’s gonna break down before they leave long island, but with a little help from leo (under careful supervision) it should be good for a few weeks
  • will keeps panicking a week in advance, what if the car breaks down, what if they get in an accident, what if monsters attack
  • nico’s getting sick of it
  • “for gods’ sake, solace, it’s almost like you never had any spontaneous fun in your life and i know you have i mean seriously last night was awesome
  • will tries to pack too much despite of nico’s insistence that “only the things you can fit in one duffel bag, will, everything else is unnecessary”
  • “but i can’t fit the first aid kit in here nico”
  • fine we’ll take that but you can leave the bluetooth speaker leo already fixed the radio”
  • and then they’re off, and thirty minutes on the road nico is laughing because he feels so free
  • driving on an open road, windows down and the radio blasting cheesy road trip songs, and nico is wearing one of will’s flannels bc that guy just has so many
  • and will’s grinning like crazy, bc this is awesome and they have no destination, just the road and enough gas money for a few weeks and a worn out tent as a last minute option for a road side motel
  • by the end of the first week they have pretty much decided they’re not going to college at all
  • “i could live like this, will. i could grow old on the road, sleeping under the open sky”
  • “that’s not the sky, nico, that’s the ceiling. and you’re going to college with me because there’s no way i’m moving to the dorms, and i need someone to share the rent with”
  • “is this you asking me to move in with you? ever the romantic, solace”
  • and truth is, nico is actually a terrible driver, so will does most of the driving unless there are no other drivers in sight
  • nico doesn’t mind that much, bc then he can focus on making the corniest playlists for them and reading a map that’s terribly outdated and still lack the newest highways
  • they end up in a tiny town somewhere in arizona and they have no idea how bc the last time they checked they were camping in a national forest in colorado???
  • but the people are nice and make some really good apple pies, and they end up spending a few days bc will wants to learn the recipe
  • when they leave the town they have so much apples with them that nico has half a mind to throw them at will’s stupid grinning face
  • (he kisses him instead)
  • the first monster attacks them when they are already in tennessee on their way back
  • it’s stupid, really; they should have known better that to take in a hitchhiker in the middle of no where
  • of course it ends up being a freaking cyclops
  • but all’s well that ends well, and only a little bandages and a sip of unicorn draught is needed
  • “and a kiss, nico, i need a kiss to make me feel better”
  • “you’re not even the one with a bleeding clash in their arm, will”
  • they spend their last night on the road parked on a hill in maryland, lying in the back of the truck under a dozen blankets and watching the stars
  • and it’s so freaking romantic that even nico can’t deny it, and if they end up cuddling and making out he definitely blames the scenery
  • and sweet home alabama is playing faintly on the radio and they both smell like sweat bc they haven’t had a shower in two days and there are soda stains on will’s shirt but nico thinks it’s absolutely perfect
  • (but gods forbid he ever tells that to will)
| Of Lemongrass & French Vanilla | Chen X Reader AU | Oneshot |


Kim Jongdae X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Action, Thriller, Mystery

Warnings: Violence, Language, Attempted Murder, Mysterious/Protective/Sexy Kim Jongdae

Word Count: 7,938

Synopsis: “His brothers had told him that finding your mate was like finding a scent that sends you into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Personally, he had hoped that for him, that scent was of lemongrass and french vanilla.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUNA (@exosmutxoxo) I hope this story finds you well, and that you are surviving college! Sending you all my love and hope that your birthday was everything you hoped it would be~ It’s a slow burn, but I promise the story comes together in the end ;)

Damn it,” You hissed.

The clerk lady on the other side of the desk pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’m very sorry ma’am, but there was, in fact, a mix up with your luggage. We’ll do everything we can to locate which flight it’s with and return it to you as soon as we’re able.”

You tapped your foot on the ground in frustration. After sending the airport employee one last pleading glance, you hesitantly scooted out of line, allowing the mass of people behind you to try and resolve their own dilemmas.

Well, You stuck your hands into your pockets angrily, biting your lip with fervor. There’s nothing to be done about it now. At least I’ve still got my carry-on.

It was raining outside of the airport. Of course it was raining. After staying huddled underneath the awning for twenty minutes, you were finally able to hail a cab. You quickly flung yourself into the backseat, your damp hair clinging to your face.

“Where to, miss?” The driver asked.

“Oh, right,” You were a discombobulated mess, still disgruntled from getting the news that your luggage had been lost. You rummaged through your small carry-on backpack, pulling out a heap of crumpled, wet papers. After finding the one you’d been looking for, you squinted to make out the smeared ink. “Let’s see… 223 Cedarwood Plaza.”

The driver nodded to himself, redirecting his attention to the road and pulling out of the valet lot.

“Heading to Cedarwood University then, I presume?”

“Yes sir,” You struggled to get out of your wet jacket, cramped in the backseat. “Just got back from vacation. This’ll be my second year here.”

Wah,” The cab driver let out a huff in surprise. “That there is one of the most expensive private institutions in the country. Way up in the mountains, too.”

“It is. I like it though.” You hummed. “This year I was able to find a roommate online and share her apartment rent, so I won’t have to live on-campus.”

“Sounds like a good deal,” The driver took the exit off the main road, taking the one the lead upwards into the mountains, and away from the big city. “‘Hope it goes well for ya.”

“Thank you.” You nodded briskly in gratitude.

The ten minutes that remained on the trip up the mountain were spent in silence. It seemed as though everywhere you looked, there were seas of pine trees as far as the eye could see. You pulled your phone from your jacket pocket, wiping the excess water off the touchscreen. You unlocked it, immediately tapping the screen to check your messages.

Yoori (Future Roommate)

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You bit the inside of your cheek.

She hasn’t responded to any of my texts since yesterday…

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My Mother Said No One Would Love Me

(warning: long story)

Ever, she said.

That’s why when Tom came along, I was so happy to prove her wrong for once.

No one will ever love you, she said. My “peculiarities” were too much to handle. That’s what she called them, my peculiarities. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it might be something real–not her daughter, not the daughter of Miss Orange County, 1980.

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART FOUR: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

A/N: I really am loving doing this for you guys, hopefully you guys are liking it as well. I have so much fun writing these.

Words: 1128

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Flashback to camping trip b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: N/A

Part One - Part Two - Part Three -


You and Reggie were finally going on your weekend camping trip, both 11 years old since your parents bailed on you guys when you were 10 for work differences and you both wanted both your families to go. You guys finally planned it three weeks before summer was over and didn’t tell your other friends since you both just wanted to be alone. Sadly Riley got sick and Reggie’s mom stayed behind, so Reggie’s dad decided to bail on the trip as well. Your parents decided to finally take you guys after plenty of begging from both you and Reggie. Although they rented a cabin, you and Reg wanted to really experience the woods, so you both decided to get a tent.

It was 4:30 pm on a Friday.

“(Y/N/N) hurry up!” Reggie yelled from the bottom of the stairs climbing up to hurry you up, as you grabbed your camping luggage.

“I’m going Reg!” You yelled back opening the door to your room, as Reg was about to knock and he grabbed your bag.

“Why’d you take so long?” Reggie questioned you as you both started to go down the stairs.

“I made my parents buy me “camping” clothes” you answered making quote signals with your fingers “But I just really wanted new flannels and shorts” you added on and Reggie chuckled as you made your way out the door.

Your dad put the bags in the trunk of truck, and you and Reggie climbed to the backseats.

The whole ride to the cabin, you and Reg played road trip games and your dad would tell jokes to make you and Reggie laugh. Your mom would say snippets of stories of when you were younger. As that died down Reggie got out his iPod and you shared headphones jamming to music until you reached your destination.

You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to these parents, to that bond, when did everything change?

It was now 7:00pm

You and Reggie had just knocked out a few minutes before, so you didn’t even realize when your mom moved you into the bed in the cabin while your father carried Reggie into the same bed.

You were still a bit conscious you heard your dad speak “Remember when they were lighter” and you lightly smiled, as your mother chuckled and you went into a deep sleep.

The next day.

“(Y/N/N), Reggie, wake up” You mom called as she opened the curtains so the sun could shine through the windows.

“Aww they look adorable” you heard your mom say to your father as they walked out to the kitchen. You opened your eyes with your arms wrapped around the young and sleepy Reggie and you smiled at how he looked like.

You sat up and spread your arms and shook Reggie “Hey Reginald! Reggie! Reg! Mantle! Mantle The Magnificent!” You laughed as you yelled and jumped on the bed to wake Reggie up.

“I’m up. I’m up” He finally spoke making fists with his hands rubbing them against his eyes as he yawned and you walked to the restroom to brush your teeth.

So much for enjoying the woods you thought to yourself and you grabbed your toothbrush let it rest under the water for a few seconds before you put on the toothpaste.

“So much for enjoying the woods, were living like a luxurious lumberjack” Reggie stated as he did the same to brush his teeth and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“What?! What’d I say?” He questioned you.

“You just… You literally just read my thoughts! My thoughts Reginald! I just said that to myself.” You exclaimed at Reggie with toothpaste trying to escape your mouth.

She was pretty, and careless to the fact she looked like a madman with toothpaste in her mouth Reggie thought not knowing he was staring at you for too long.

“Earth to Reg” you called out motioning your hands in front of his face and he blinked.

“Eh… Uh…” He coughed finishing up brushing his teeth and you grabbed a towel to clean your face “sorry” he added on.

You motioned him to leave the restroom and he stared at you confusingly.

“Well I gotta pee, are you gonna stand there or what?” You retorted sassily at him.

“Well what if I gotta pee?” He asked matching your sarcastic voice.

“You’re a dude, dude, go to the trees” You scoffed and he just chuckled out the restroom and closed the door for you.

The day went on, you guys hung out by the lake, swimming close to the grass as your mom got a tan and your dad was cooking on the grill.

After eating and your parents making you wait to get in the water, you and Reg hung out by the edge of the dock with your feet dangling in the air.

Your parents were hanging out in the cabin, checking on you guys every now and then through the window.

“Reg?” you spoke up as he turned to face you.

“Yeah (Y/N)?” He replied.

“We’re almost 12, we have more friends” Reg stared at you tentatively “Promise me we’ll always be friends” you put out your hand with your pinky out as he hugged your pinky with his and promised “Till infinity and beyond (Y/N/N).”

You both smiled as Reggie came closer and gave you a peck on your cheeks and you both blushed.

Later your dad announced you can jump in the water, so you and Reggie stood up grabbed each other by the hand and jumped in.

You and Reggie splashed the water on each other, and enjoyed the lake as your parents joined you both in the water.

At night your dad started a fire, and you all enjoyed s’mores and running around catching fireflies.

As you were becoming sleepy your mom motioned to you and Reggie that they had built the tent for your last night in the woods. You both ran in to see your sleeping bags and a lantern and spoke in sync “WHOA! COOL!” as you and Reggie fell into a sugar crash.

The next day as you were packing your things to go, you and Reg went on a walk near the cabin to finish soaking in the woods when he broke the silence.

“You know, Riley wasn’t really sick” He looked at you with sadness in his eyes “My parents just didn’t care, and didn’t want to come.”

You grabbed his hand “Well I care, and I will always be here” You vowed.

Until you reached a tree and Reggie carved your initials in a heart on the trunk.

You were so deep into the flashback you didn’t even notice Reggie started walking away to your house.

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Part Five - Part Six 

Creepypasta #1095: The Room At The Bottom Of The Stairs

Length: Super long

This is the story of what happened to my family when I was 14. It was the strangest series of experiences I’ve ever had. 

My dad was an abuser. He never really touched me - he mostly ignored me, like I was beneath his notice - but he was terribly cruel to my mother. He never raised his voice or hit her when we were watching, but he would just quietly criticise her in an almost unbroken stream of soft, matter-of-fact verbal abuse. Also, while he may not have done it in front of us, I know he definitely hit her. My mother was - and still is today - a graceful woman. The stories about her tripping on the stairs or slipping on the wet bathroom floor never rang true, and yet we all saw the bruises, the arm in a sling, the band-aids over grazes.

She left him when I was 14 and we were all relieved. I felt no love for him and I had become more and more convinced over the last couple of years that one day he would kill her, and maybe us too. Seriously, he was a frightening man - seemingly soft-spoken, but cold and intense. When stories crop up on the news about fathers snapping and murdering their families, I always imagine my dad could easily have been one of them.

So we left, and I was glad. There were three of us: me, mum, and my big brother Joseph who was a 16 at the time, only a few months off 17. Technically, he was old enough that he could have left home already, but like me he lived in fear of what dad might do without a tall, muscular 17 year old in the house. Joey was a rugby player, a hundred kilos of solid muscle, but the opposite of our father: gentle, sweet, generous. I think it was his growing resentment of our father that pushed mum to leave. She told me years later that she had nightmares about Joey losing it and beating dad to a pulp, ending up in prison.

Mum did her homework as thoroughly as she could. She got the court order in place so dad would be barred from entering the property or coming anywhere near it, and the very next day she had the moving truck and the self-storage unit booked. A soon-to-be homeless unemployed single mother has limited resources, so we had to do all the moving ourselves. That was a long, exhausting day, but it was good, too. Liberating. We knew we were leaving that bastard behind.

Most of our stuff was stored away and we lived for a couple of months with mum’s sister Bella and her husband Steve. Their apartment was small for just the two of them, so with five of us there it was insanely cramped. Mum’s plan was simple enough - get a job, any job, and then find a place to rent - but the job market wasn’t great for a fortysomething single mum who hadn’t worked in almost 20 years.

Thankfully, the government came through with some emergency payments. Between that and Joey’s income from his weekend job, we had enough money coming in that we could maybe think about moving into somewhere very cheap. It wasn’t just the cramped apartment, either. Mum didn’t talk about it much, but she knew that dad knew her sister’s address. A few times the phone would ring in the middle of the night and the caller would hang up without saying anything, so mum was starting to get spooked.

Our stroke of luck came in a matched pair. Mum got a job interview for an office admin position, and it went very well (the interviewer was a sympathetic older woman and mum was very honest about why she was looking for work after such a long break). On the way home on the bus, she saw a “for lease” sign. My mum has always been very spiritual but she was feeling very optimistic and decided the sign was, well, “a sign”. She jumped off at the next bus stop and ran back to check it out.

It was an actual house, not a unit or apartment. Most people in my mother’s position would have walked on, assuming it was out of their price range, but my mother was very observant. The road it was on ran along a kind of ridge between two hilltops, and the house was on the uphill side of the road, nestled in against a fairly steep slope. As such, the back yard was considerably higher up than the street, and the back door was on the same level as the upper storey out the front.

My mother noticed that the exterior of the house - stucco over brick, painted a creamy white - was looking pretty shabby. It was all surface dirt, the kind that would come off easily with a hose and a broom. The fact that nobody had bothered made mum feel certain the house wasn’t getting a lot of love. She took a closer look at the “for lease” sign, swinging from a wooden post in the front yard. Sure enough it was looking very weathered too. She jotted down the phone number and - she confessed to me later - almost skipped back to the bus stop.

Her instincts were good: an unusually frank agent admitted that it had been sitting empty for months and the owners were eager to get a tenant in. The rent they were asking was shockingly low and well within our budget. Mum got the rental approval and a new job on the same day, and we all felt like our troubles were over.

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You’re My Open Road

Swoops/Kent, continuation of The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair.

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Swoops suggests the road trip off-hand, between topics of a stream-of-consciousness conversation they’re having on a bus to Boston. Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and has been for the last hour. Nobody questions it anymore. They’ve been in each other’s pockets since last summer, and if they’ve suddenly started to gravitate a little closer than before, well, nobody asks and they’re not telling. But there’s always an open seat for Kent next to Swoops, or vice versa, whenever the team is on a bus or a plane or at a restaurant or hanging out at someone’s house yelling abuse over a non-hockey sports game that few of them really care about. 

It’s as close to open acceptance as they’ll get, short of coming out. Swoops is willing to grab it with both hands and push the boundaries of acceptable PDA as much as Kent and their respective careers will allow.

Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and Swoops is leaning against the window of the bus. The arm-rest between them has been pushed up so Kent can squeeze close and Swoops can put an arm around him. Kent’s voice has gotten drowsy and his responses slow. When Swoops says, “You wanna take a road trip this summer?” he gets a sleepy mumble in reply.

“Road trip?”

“Yeah. Pack up the bare minimum and just hit the road. Drive ‘til we get somewhere. Sleep in bad motels and cheap campgrounds.” He realizes that he’s absentmindedly stroking Kent’s arm with the tips of his fingers. It’s blatant affection but he can’t seem to stop.

“…You wanna take a road trip in your SUV?” Kent asks. “That’s like going to a drive-in in a limo.”

“We’ll rent something. It doesn’t even have to be a car,” he adds, thinking out loud. “My aunt did a cross-country thing with her biker group.”

Kent gives a light snort against Swoops’ shirt. “You’d need a motorcycle license.”

“I’ve got one. Just haven’t ridden for a while.”

Swoops thinks he can feel Kent’s smile. “You? Really?”

“Yeah? Why, you think I’m lying?”

“No. Just, I don’t know. You don’t seem the type. You’re so straight-laced.”

I fucked you in a supply closet in the Vegas Hockey Arena, Swoops thinks. I fucked you ‘til you couldn’t speak; ‘til you were so sweaty and shaking so badly that I almost dropped you. What he says is, “I’m full of surprises.”

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Beach House (Pt. I)

Title: Beach House (Pt. I)

Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader

Warnings: Literally nothing is wrong with this fic. It is pure. It is fluff. It’ll get darker though, don’t you worry. I WILL SUPPLY YOU WITH SIN SOON ENOUGH.

A/N: I got the idea for this one and then started writing it and before ya know it 2k words worth of story and character development.  Virgin Ty is so fuckin’ cute though ugh. I haven’t decided how he’s going to lose his v-card yet but it’ll be good.  Enjoy!

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Road Trip AU Masterpost

We’ve been getting many requests for Road Trip AUs lately, so we decided to create one large master post instead - Enjoy!

  • Everybody is heading home for the holidays, but Character A is not in the mood to see their family. Hitting up their friend, Character B, the two of them pack up their bags and begin the road trip back to Character B’s home. Character A doesn’t know it, but Character B has a secret crush on Character A, and Character B sees this trip as the chance to finally make their move.
  • Character A has never lived in an area where they see the trees change colors, so Character B deems that the two of them should take a road trip to the North and see the trees change colors. Cue lots of bad car karaoke, too much coffee, and Character A absolutely losing their mind over the gorgeous reds, oranges, and yellows of the fall leaves.
  • “Give me a few minutes to just catch my breath–NO, no don’t come over here! Also, for the record, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone drive 79 in a 35 mph zone. Who taught you how to drive? Vin Diesel?!” AU
  • Characters A, B, C, D, & E have never really had an old fashioned Christmas, so they decide to drive up North together to rent out a cabin, cut down their own tree, have a Yule log, the whole shebang. 
  • As a traveling salesperson, Character A never really stays in one place too long, but after a few mishaps and hiccups in their journey, they end up gaining a travel companion (Character B) for a few states on the way.
  • Given that neither Character A, B, C, or D know anything about repairing car engines, they are left on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere to wait for someone, ANYONE, to drive by and save them from the desolate wasteland they like to call “nature.”
  • In order to have a memorable summer vacation, Character A is using their parent(s)’ RV and is taking a road trip across the country to see their favorite band perform at a music concert. Dragging along their friends – Characters B, C, and D – the four of them start the long trip. Hilarious shenanigans ensue, featuring Character A trying to fight a wild animal, Character C keeping everybody awake with their snores, and Character D finding an unexpected romance.
  • After the apocalypse started, no one was safe. The skies were red, the rain burned like fire, and millions died. After the apocalypse, though…that’s a different story. Those who didn’t die saw themselves as the survivors of the end of the world. Someone with a radio found a way to send out a continuous signal calling everyone to the same location to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and with the airports ‘out of service,’ thousands of different vehicles and groups of friends find themselves on the road to join the largest collective road trip the world has ever seen.
  • Character A is on the run from a past that they can’t leave behind, and Character B is a hitchhiker that’s working their way to an unknown destination. When Character A offers Character B a ride, the two of them end up opening up to the other while they pass through town after town.
  • On an annual road trip in Europe, Characters A & B pass through a quaint town they hadn’t heard of and decide to take a look around before looking for a room to stay for the night. Not before long, however, they find that they’ve somehow travelled back in time, and now are on trial for witchcraft.
  • After flipping through the radio stations in their car for a bit, Character A decides that there really isn’t very much to listen to until they hear something through the static that sounds a bit like…screaming. They stop the car right away and turn up the volume only to hear the calls for help grow louder and louder until they stop altogether. Silence fills the car until a voice whispers through the speakers: “…I know you’re listening.” Character A flips the car into gear and drives as quickly as they possible can, ending the road trip immediately and flying back home. Years later, however, they question whether or not they really found something or if they had just completely lost it. Determined to find the truth, they recruit Characters B & C to travel back to that road to find that voice and its origin.
  • Crappy Motel AU in which a group of friends travel the country for the sole purpose of finding the worst motels in the country and blogging/vlogging about it.
The Contest-Part 17

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Jared, Jensen and I flew back to Vancouver the night before shooting resumed for the second half of the season.  I was still reeling from my conversation with Nikki.  

She had texted me while we were in the airport.  

I’m back.  I’m at Misha’s.  Come find me.

As soon as the three of us got in we tossed our stuff in Jared’s apartment and headed over to Misha’s.  I knocked on the door impatiently.  When Nikki opened it, I launched myself at her.  “What the hell Nikki!  Are you trying to kill me?”

“Believe me, we are just as surprised as you.” She assured me.

“I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea of an even smaller version of you.” Jensen said as he gave her a hug.

When Misha came out of the kitchen I grinned at him.  “The idea of a person who is half you and half Nikki terrifies me frankly.”

“I hope it’s a redhead.” Misha said.

“Does your Mom know?” I asked Nikki.

“She is over the goddamn moon! It was all I could do to stop her from coming out here immediately.” Nik said with a groan.

“Oh before I forget, Y/N, I got an email from Andrew Dabb.  He and Bob want to meet with you at 1 PM tomorrow.” 

“Maybe they are going to finally tell me how Gemini exits in a blaze of glory?” I joked.

“Probably saving Sam’s sorry ass!” Jensen commented as Jared punched him.

“Hey, I’m Sam-fucking Winchester! I don’t need saving!” Jared said indignantly.

I smiled sadly at Nikki.  “I guess it’s the beginning of the end.”

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Keep Me Warm

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,280

Prompt: A Chris Evans/Steve Rogers angst/fluff. Your prompt is “Scarves.”

Warnings: Just a bit of fluff

Author’s Note: This is my fic for @formyfandoms as part of the Christmas fic exchange @marvel-ash and @oneshot-shit set up. I based it around the song “I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm” by Dean Martin. Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!

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Beauty and the Beast Make a Move

Braun Strowman/OC: You and Braun are ready for a change, ready to make a move. So you do. Part of the Beauty and the Beast series consisting of A Beast at Christmas, A Beauty, a Beast, and a Champ, Beauty Loses, Beauty Apologizes, Beautiful Beastly Champs, Beauty at Disney, and Beauty, a Beast, and a Wedding

Inspired by this post and a great conversation with @that-lolachick I HAVE AT LEAST ONE MORE IDEA FOR THIS SERIES SO…..WE’RE NOT QUITE DONE LMAO WHOOPS

Tagging my sweet lil bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @screamersdontdance @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @oraclegazes @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d @roserae527 @superrezzy00 @the-geekgoddes @phenominalstyles @panic-angel3314 @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @heelturn-timesten

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Please Don’t Leave

Challenge 09: Desolate
Genre: Angst
Character: Mark

Plot: You sit alone, thinking about your relationship with Mark, wondering what went wrong.

a/n - Guys I’m crying this one hit way too close to home ;-;



You sat there at the empty kitchen table, wondering what had happened between then and now.

When you first met Mark, you were just 18 years old, fresh out of high school. He was on the brink of turning 21. You were both freshly embarking on different turning points in your life—for you, it was college and for him, it was life beyond school—full-fledged adulthood.

And while those around you disapproved of your jump into a relationship as soon as you started college, you knew Mark was good for you. He kept you grounded, kept your anxieties at bay, held your hand as you made small steps into adulthood. And you were the same for Mark—a reminder to keep a child’s heart while enduring the monotony that was the assistant accounting job he had taken up straight out of college.

And while you were both nowhere near where you wanted to be in life, you were both happy. He would surprise you with homemade dinners at your dorm. They were mostly just grilled cheese sandwiches, but delicious nonetheless because they were made by him. You guys would have sleepovers at his apartment, watching the same old movies, and falling asleep before the ending every single time. And you would leave love notes all around his house so that when he was brushing his teeth, digging through his cabinets for a jar of honey, or just lying around in bed, he would be reminded that you loved him, he was the best, the most handsome, the only one for you.

And later, he would repeat the same things into your ear as he sucked on the sensitive spot of your ear lobe, trailing kisses from your soft, whimpering lips, down to your pulsing neck, and then lower. It was under his gentle touch that you realized womanhood. You gave him your all and he held it carefully like the responsible assistant accountant that he was.

Year 18 passed in a pink blur.

Year 19 was just the same. Perhaps the fluttering butterflies in your stomach had settled, but his name rested on your tongue and every time you said it, you could taste the sweetness on your tongue. And when Mark spoke your name, you felt a calm in your chest. In his voice, that was where your name belonged. You guys were now each other’s comfort. Mark became your home.

And so it just made sense to leave your dorm and move into his apartment. You were there almost every day anyways.

Mark was ecstatic to have you there…have you home. Finally, the two of you could fall asleep in each other’s arms without having to stir awake in the middle of the night because you had to go back to your dorm. In fact, Mark was so excited to be sharing a home with you, he didn’t let you sleep at night for a few days straight.

You didn’t mind though. You craved him as much as he craved you. Although he was the only one you had been with, you knew you could be with no one else but him. Mark stopped whispering sweet nothings in your ear each night, but from the warmth of his arms, holding you close, you knew he felt the same.

And then year 20 came.

You started an internship at a radio station near his work place. Every day during lunch, you both would meet halfway at the nearby park to eat lunch together. And when winter approached, the two of you would meet at the café across the park instead.

You would tell him of all the new people you were meeting—the funny new friend you made, the scary Unnis that made you go for coffee runs, the time an idol group came into the station and you got a signed CD from them. And Mark would listen with a smile, and sometimes a scowl (depending on the gender of said idol group).

And every single time, you would return the question, asking about his day, his boss, his co-workers. And every single time, Mark would shrug his shoulders.

“The usual boring stuff, nothing special.”

At first, you paid no attention to this, Mark had always been on the quiet side when it came to his job. Plus, you were having the internship of your life. You were too excited about your own adventures to hear the shift in Mark’s tone every time he shrugged his shoulders and avoided your inquiries.

But then when you did notice the weight of his sighs and the tired bend of his shoulders like he was carrying the world, you were too caught up in your own work to stop and ask him.

You were six months into the internship and if you did well, you would be guaranteed a position after graduating. But you had taken the internship as a mere last option because all the marketing internships were unavailable. You were so close to finishing college and debating whether a career in marketing was what you really wanted. The radio station was so fun. You were even dabbling in the idea of jumping to television.

You’d stay up at 2AM, trying to finish a marketing research paper with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. And at 3AM you would be muffling your sobs in Mark’s hoodie you had on, trying to keep quiet so you wouldn’t wake Mark up in the next room. But at 4AM the crying wouldn’t stop and you would turn your paper in three days late.

And every morning that this happened, Mark would look at your swollen eyes and leave for work as if nothing happened.

Year 21, you dropped out of college even though you only had one semester left. You didn’t care though, you had a secure position at the radio station and everyone there loved you. It was your second home now.

And then Mark quit his job without warning.

The news only came to you a month after. And you would have been understanding if he had just told you honestly from the beginning. But when he finally did, you were furious. Yes, there was the lies but a month had passed and the rent was due. If he had just told you from the beginning, you could have worked overtime more often, you could have eaten out less, you could have done anything and everything would have been alright, except he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut as always, and so you shamelessly went to work the next day and begged your boss for an advance.

After the incident, Mark stopped hanging around the apartment. You didn’t know where he was because he always answered your questions with silence. You eventually stopped asking, but every time he came back home you could smell the scent of cigarettes on him.

And so now here you were, sitting at your kitchen table with a cold mug of tea in your hands as hot tears running down your cheeks.

Today was supposed to be the start of a fun road trip with Mark. You guys had planned it a year in advance and you had woken up early hoping there might still be a chance for it. But when Mark woke up two hours after you, he didn’t even say a thing before washing up and leaving the house again.

Before you knew it, evening had approached. You used to love sunsets. It was your favorite time of the day. But today you hated the glow of orange light slipping across the room as the front door opened, revealing a pink-faced, unbalanced Mark.

You trembled, feeling hot tears resurface to your eyes, blurring your vision of Mark as he stumbled across the room, not even noticing you as he crawled into bed.

You wipe at your tears as you approach the inebriated Mark.

Your chest felt heavy as you looked at Mark, mumbling to himself with his eyes closed.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, pulling at his jacket. “Let’s get you changed first before you sleep.”

Mark groans as you huff against him, pulling off layers of clothes until he’s down to his boxers. You look at his naked body as he sleeps soundly. When was the last time you two had made love? Or even shared a loving kiss?

Tears threaten to fall again as you watch Mark turn away from you with a groan, not letting you put on another item of clothing.

You give up with a sigh and grab the blanket, pulling it over his body.

Shedding your own layers of clothes, you enter the bed with Mark. The tears slip against your will as you stare at his back facing you. You wrap your arms around him, trying to feel skin against skin. But he is colder than usual and you wonder if he had been drinking outside in the cold.

You pull him closer, kissing his back every now and then the way he always loved it.

His back used to be your shelter, the spine that kept you upright when your own couldn’t. When did his back become so small? Why weren’t you there for him like he always was for you?

Soon you’re sobbing, holding onto the sleeping Mark and never wanting to let him go again.

When Mark wakes up it is 3AM and he is questioning how he managed to strip out of his clothes and into bed after drinking so much. But then he feels your arm around him and he knows he has disappointed you again. With a sigh, he tries to get up, not even glancing at you because he knows your eyes will be swollen again.

But as he rises, you grip him tighter.

“Please don’t leave,” you mutter against his back, pushing yourself closer to his body. He hears you sniffling against his back and he knows you’re crying again. He sighs, it seems like the only thing he can do for you is make you cry.

“Please don’t leave,” you repeat, this time, more firmly.

Mark presses his hand over yours before lifting you hand off of him. Your heart sinks with disappointment but instead of leaving the bed silently, Mark turns around to face you.

“I’m not going to leave,” he whispers back, staring into your eyes.

You try to cover your swollen eyes, feeling the tears coming again. Mark takes your hand in his, moving it away from your eyes. He quietly leans in, kissing your swollen lids softly.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble with an unsteady voice.

Mark trembles at the sounds of your voice. He is reminded of the 18-year-old girl he had made cry with a surprise visit of grilled cheese on the stove—who had cried because she was so tired and college was harder than she thought and grilled cheese was her favorite kind of sandwich. Except this time there is no smile on your face. You just look sad and tired.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N,” he whispers, caressing your cheek softly.

And though you try to hold back, it’s the sound of his voice that brings hot tears falling from your eyes again. You missed the sound of his voice when he was saying your name.

“I’m sorry,” you utter again, crying harder. “I should have been there for you. You’re having a hard time and I’m doing nothing for you.”

Mark bites his lip, trying to hold back his own tears. He wants to tell you that he’s the one that’s sorry. He wants to tell you that he was having such a hard time but watching you grow and smile every day was the only thing that was keeping him going. He wants to tell you that you have grown into a beautiful, accomplished woman and that you could only get better from here. He wanted to tell you that you deserved a better man than him.

But words were never his forte.

So he watched you cry, too afraid to even pull you closer to him.

You wipe at your tears, hiccupping as you try your best to hold in your sob. You look at Mark, trying to read his eyes.

“I still love you,” you say, holding his hand tightly. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

You gulp with anxiety, unable to read Mark’s eyes. “Do you…still love me?”

At the nervous tone in your voice, tears begin falling down Mark’s face.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whisper, trembling, afraid that his tears mean something you don’t want to hear.

And then you feel his lips on yours, kissing you feverishly, his hands on your back and pulling you even closer into his chest. You barely have time to catch your breath before he is kissing you again, his hands moving down the curve of your body.

You moan softly into his kiss, missing the feeling of his hands on you.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Mark whispers into your ear. “I never stopped loving you either. I’m sorry I’ve made you so sad.”

You shake your head, pulling him into another kiss.

“It takes two to be in a relationship. I wasn’t trying enough for you either,” you whisper as your fingers grasp at his hair and his lips explore your neck. You moan again as he sucks on your neck, leaving a mark against your hungry skin.

He groans at the sound of your moaning, staring deeply into your eyes. You smile, finding a look of love in his brown orbs.

“I’ll never leave you, Hun, you’re the only one for me.”

Summer Heat

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After moving on from an unstable relationship you find yourself taking a Veterinarian job far from the city in hopes of having a fresh start. Upon your arrival events change your plans making you have a rocky start, could this means smooth roads ahead or a repeat in your past mistakes. Time will tell.

Word count: 1,703

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my first AU, criticism would be appreciated. Any who enjoy :) @bovaria (I do not know how to work le mobile app)

On a dark moonless summer night, with only occasional bolts of violet lightning to relieve the pitch blackness, You stretched your stiff legs as best as you could while driving the rented moving van. All your worldly possessions were stuffed behind you as you drove the long five hour trip. Turning left onto a gravel road, you heaved a relieved sigh,almost there now, almost to your new home in the country away from all of the problems back in the city.

Off in the distance, an orange, yellow, and red glow flickered on the horizon. A fire! Oh no! You pulled into the long winding driveway as flames leaped, dancing in the wind, while devouring the old weathered wood barn before you. The flames licked at the dry old wood, you jumped from the van and ran toward the blaze. That barn was supposed to be an animal shelter and headquarters for your new job. You felt like you were watching a funeral pyre for your new life. What kind of sign was this for your new beginning?

The fire, hot as the hinges of hell, singed your hair as you ran into the choking cloud of billowing black smoke. Trying your best to keep your burning eyes open for a sign of life you collided into what felt like a brick wall making your knees buckle.

“Whoa, little lady.” Large calloused hands clasped around your shoulders keeping you upright and guided you back out of the heat.

Your heart caught at the sound of the deep, rich baritone voice. The mans cobalt eyes locked onto yours then widened with surprise. Or was it appreciation? Perhaps the scorching heat was roasting your thinking processes? Something soft squirmed against your chest before you realized his brawny arms were filled with whimpering kittens. He was rescuing the baby animals! Although glistening with sweat and smudged with charcoal, too sooty to distinguish his features, he seemed like a knight in not-quite shimmering armor. “Who are you?” You whispered.

“I’m James.” James remembered his manners at the same time as the wiggling weights in arms mewled softly. “Here.” He gently placed the bundle of startled kittens into your arms before brushing a stray lock of hair from your eyes. James wondered why no one warned him that you were such a beauty. “You must be y/n, the new vet,” he tossed back over his shoulder as he again ran toward the barn to save more animal shelter strays.

You settled the newborn kittens on the grass, well away from the blazing barn, as fire engines roared into the driveway. Firemen hollered out directions to each other, working in harmony with hoses to blast water into flames. James hauled out the baby kitten’s mother, handing it and three more strays to you, before dashing back for another rescue.

Professionals that they were, the firemen had the inferno down to a smolder in no time. One of the fire fighters led you to a large neighboring ranch house at the end of the lane and informed you the owner said for you to take care of the rescued animals there.

Although you kept your hands busy by washing the smoky scent from the kittens, your mind zoomed from one worry to another with the speed of a NASCAR race. What would you do now? What about your job at the animal shelter? Now that the barn was burned to a pile of ash, where would you live if not in the loft? Did fate have something personal against you, for your fresh start to begin with disaster? Wasn’t it all but a flashing neon sign advertising that you’d made a wrong decision to move here?

Oh no. Would your new veterinarian partner want to rebuild the animal shelter? You’d never spoken with him directly, but had been interviewed by the relocating vet who was to hire a replacement partner. What did the future hold for you?

You sighed deeply. Only two hours ago you were giddy with glee, full of positive attitude, and excited at the potential for the new direction you were taking with your life.

Despite the animal shelter in ashes down the lane, again and again, you wondered just WHO precisely was James? Where had he come from and would you see him again? He wasn’t what you would call handsome, covered head to toe in grime, but there was something about him – something you liked. Something you hadn’t felt for a very long time. Something that happened instantly when your gaze met. Well, you conceded, your head-on collision could have knocked your senses out of whack. You’d simply misread the physical impact. Nah. It wasn’t chemistry.

No sooner you settled the kittens into a make-shift bed, than you heard the smooth baritone that you recalled from earlier. Turning your head toward its source and your mouth went dry. Surely this wasn’t James? This man was freshly showered, his features no longer smudged and indistinguishable. You inhaled deeply as you detected the pleasant sensation of his pure masculine scent. With his tan coloring, black hair, and cobalt blue eyes that also held a mixture of humor, wisdom, and kindness, the man before you could give any number of professional male models a run for their money in the fluttering-of-the-female heart department. The smoky voice was saying something to you, but your heart was thudding too unevenly to hear. This man couldn’t possibly be James-the-kitten-rescuer, could he?

Yet he smiled slowly at you gaping mouth and that rich deep tone rumbled, “You okay, Ms y/l/n?”

Swallowing hard, you forced your gaze away from his humorous one before your face could betray your thoughts. He looked like a modern-day gladiator with broad shoulders, corded neck, and perfectly sculpted face. When you dared another glance, he stared down at you for a moment. From the twitching at the corner of his mouth, you guessed he was trying to hold back a laugh. You weren’t to sure if you wanted to slap him or kiss him now. Instead, you cleared your throat. Twice. “I’m fine thanks.”

James leaned his back against the wall and stuck his hands in his belt loops, regarding you with that same lazy, sexy smile. Flustered you looked away.

James held out one large hand. “I’m James Barnes by the way, my friends call me Bucky.” He shook your hand “Welcome to Safe haven ranch, y/n.” You detected a slight drawl in his smooth voice.

You snorted ineloquently. “Yeah sure. I arrive just in time for lightning to strike and start an inferno. Some omen, huh?”

James tried to catch his breath, reminding himself of why he couldn’t let himself like her. Or touch her for to long. Yet he couldn’t release the smooth hand in his. Your touch was affecting him like being struck with a white-hot bolt of lightning. “Hmm. Start an inferno is right.” He smirked cheekily at you as you glanced to your feet heat assaulting your face once again.

He reluctantly released your hand when you tugged. You chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes narrowed on him. He was awfully arrogant for a ranch hand, “How was it that you were there at the fire so quickly?” You questioned not really certain of his place here.

“I live here.” You swallowed hard, then practically squeaked your realization. “YOU.” It wasn’t a question. For the first time, James wondered if the attraction went both ways. You didn’t sound necessarily pleased about it. In fact, your next statement sounded more like an accusation. “YOU are my new partner!”

James nodded. “Yes, ma'am. Dr. James Barnes D.V.M. at your service.” When you all but growled your frustration, he added, “Don’t worry. We’ll rebuild.” like it was no big deal for him or that it affected you completely.

You tossed your hands in the air before hitching a thumb back toward the lane. “I can’t exactly live in that moving van while the shelter is under construction.” The long tiring drive here did in fact help stomp on your mood.

James took a step toward you and closed the gap. He watched your breathing speed up. “You can live with me until then. There’s lots of rooms to choose from. I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship.”

You shook your head, flipping your hair back over your shoulder, then tipped your stubborn chin in the air. “That’s partnership, mister. Not relationship.”

“Yes,” James agreed. “That too. It takes an equal partnership for any relationship to work. After you interviewed for the job, the vet you’re replacing told me you’re sweet, big-hearted, and a good doctor. He failed, however, to mention how beautiful you are.”

You grumbled, “He failed to mention my future partner could double for an arrogant male model if he needed a change of employment.” You whipped your eyes off his form-fitting t-shirt as you bit your tongue. Regardless if you liked it or not he definitely has an effect on you. Taking a step back you let out a breath you didn’t realize you where holding.

James shook his head. Oh yes, this would be interesting. She was definitely interested in him whether she wished it so or not. Fate had definitely handed James a blessing when He sent you. The animal shelter burning down was like a flashing neon sign for James’s life, sending you into more than his business, sending you into his home as well. Fate was on your side, too. You just didn’t realize it yet.

James motioned toward the hallway. “Pick a room, any room, for your stay. Then I’ll help you carry in your suitcases so you can shower away the smoke and soot from the fire. In the morning, I’ll help you unload the moving van.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Welcome home, Dr. Y/n y/l/n.”

With that, you spun around and practically stomped toward the hallway ready to leave the eventful day behind.

You felt his eyes on you as you retreated to a room at the end of the hall. Hoping tomorrow would be a better start.

Is This Even Real?-Isaac Lahey

Teen Wolf Imagine:#9 Prompt:#84

Word Count:2,663

Warnings: NSFW (I would say that you shouldn’t read this unless you’re 18 but you won’t listen so I won’t say it), Oral (female receiving), Unprotected sex (condoms are cheaper than babies and STDs)

A/n: Characters are at least 18 years old. This is my first time writing any sort of smut so I don’t know that it will be any good. Also I’ve had very little sexual experience so I also don’t know how accurate it will be I’m kind of just going off smut that I’ve read and porn that I’ve watched so this could be interesting. * I would like to say that getting two people undressed is way way WAY harder than I had originally anticipated *


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