took me forever to get his head right

Locked In (Part 9)

Originally posted by weeklyspn

Summary: Detective Winchester might have a lead on Sam but it comes at a cost…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: So I might have broke my own heart a little while writing the end of this one…

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It’s My Life

Author - Aingeal

Characters - Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - The reader is determined to do it her way, and not the way the brothers want it done.

Word Count - 1068

Warnings - Language, Slight Angst, Fluff
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on the song “It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi
Thanks to the AMAZING Grace for helping me out as always!!


Standing in our motel room, right in front of the door, I glared at the brothers. Sam sat on his bed calmly, just watching me, as Dean stood next to our bed trying to figure out why I would want to go walking into a nest of vampires alone.

“I’m not just some chick that tags along with you two asshats, Sam! And whether either of you want to or not, you’re going to fucking listen to me! You’re going to hear what I have to say! I’m not some child you two can order around!”

“We do listen to you Y/N!” Sam defended easily. “But this is a stupid idea, and you know it.” Sam was scary sometimes with how calm he could stay.

No, it’s not,” I growled. This was getting infuriating. “It’s a perfect way to get the nest.”

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Owned - pt 6

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

You grabbed your coat and shoes as quickly as possible

Placing the basket inside, you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would take you downstairs to the lobby. Every second in that elevator felt like you were going up thousands of feet, instead of going down.

Sure enough when the doors opened, there were rose petals on the ground, but there was not a soul to be seen. The lobby was empty. Not even the receptionists were there.

You followed the rose petals to the front door and braced yourself for the cold breeze. A red carpet was rolled out, leading to the usual luxury car. Namjoon stood there holding the door open and waiting for you with a smile.

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Chapter 8

When he said that to Tate she’d be perplexed. “But Webb, I’m like this because of you. You’re everything to me.”
On Narnie’s sad days, he wished he could be all that to her too.
“Is that what you want?” his sister had asked once while they sat dangling their feet in the river.
“In a different way because you’re my sister but yeah. If it keeps you happy…or wanting to live, yeah, I’d want to be everything to you.”
“You do all the work, Webb,” she said tiredly. “Don’t you get sick of that?”
He shook his head. “Not if you and Tate are okay.”
“But what happens to all of us when you’re not okay? What then? We’ll become pathetic. Even more than I am now. So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around? What will be left of me then?”
“I’ll never ever leave you, Narnie. You’re my sister. You’re all I’ve got.”

for the lovely, @connorose <3

Falling Asleep

*Requested: Newt always falls asleep on you and you don’t think much of it until another Glader points it out and you realize your feelings for him.*

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” he asked quietly and you nodded.

“Yeah. I can feel it. We’re going to get out of here. Very soon.” you said and watched as Newt’s eyelids drooped.

“Sleepy?” you asked with a smile and he smiled sleepily at you.

“Yeah.” he said and rested his head on your shoulder. You felt the warmth of his body right next to you and the weight of his head on your shoulder. You continued to stare at the dark sky above you and you wondered if you guys were, in fact, ever going to get out of this prison.

“Soon.” you said and nudged Newt to wake him up.


It was after a bonfire and you and Newt had left the party to go to your usual spot. He wasn’t as drunk as he usually is, and you thought that maybe his tolerance to alcohol is improving.

“I like this. Sitting here, talking, being quiet.” Newt said and he looked at you and you looked into his brown eyes and saw nothing but kindness and truth.

“I like it too. I like being here with you.” you said and smiled, looking out at the fire from a distance and Gally and a bunch of Gladers wrestling.

“Maybe it’s not so bad here.” he said and you looked at his side profile, the light from the fire giving his skin a nice glow.

“Maybe.” you said and kept watching his face, noting the way he blinked and the way his adam’s apple moved. He was attractive, for sure, but you had never really thought long and hard about him and you.

He kept nodding off and you smiled. He was always tired. He worked hard during the day and made sure everything was in place, but you worried about him all the time.

“You don’t get enough sleep.” you stated and he looked at you with eyes half open and half closed.

“Yes I do.” he said and you smiled at how cute he was when he was sleepy.

You didn’t say anything and soon felt yourself falling into the early stages of sleep.

“We should probably get to bed.” you said with a yawn but when you looked down, Newt was asleep already, his head on your shoulder. You smiled and decided to leave him that way at least until the bonfire was over.


You woke up to the sound of rustling. You opened your eyes and shifted your body. There was something heavy on top of you. You looked down and saw Newt, now half his body on yours, and you smiled lazily. You had fallen asleep and not even noticed it.

“Newt.” you said and nudged him. He moaned and opened his eyes, shifting his body. You felt heat on every part of your body he touched and you became flustered.

“Good morning.” you said and he sat up quickly.

“Sorry, Y/N. I…I didn’t realize and um-” Newt ran his fingers through his hair nervously but you just laughed.

“It’s okay Newt. It’s not the first time.” you said and he laughed.

“And it won’t be the last.” he said and helped you up before the two of you headed to the Homestead. 

As soon as you two walked in, boys were hollering and whooping all around you.

“I don’t understand….” you said and Newt looked at you confused. You walked over to Frypan and even Frypan was grinning like a slinthead. You and Newt shared lost looks and walked over to where Minho and Thomas and Chuck were sitting.

“I forgot a fork.” Newt said and turned away as you sat down next to Chuck.

“So tell us all about it before Newt gets back.” Thomas said and you looked at the three boys who were intently observing your face.

“I don’t think I’m aware of what’s happening.” you said and looked around and saw the other Gladers whispering and looking at you.

“Care to explain?” you asked and Chuck was the one to answer.

“I saw you and Newt sleeping on top of each other.” he blurted out and you nodded.

“And?” you asked and Thomas rolled his eyes.

“So you guys finally DID it, right? I mean, Newt talks about you all the time but I never expected him to actually get that far that quickly…” Thomas trailed off and your head was spinning. Did it? Newt talks about you all the time? What was happening?

“Sorry, shanks. Frypan took forever to find me a fork.” Newt said and sat down on the other side of you and you shifted slightly. There was no way you were going to get anything out of Minho or Thomas now.

“Enjoy your night last night?” Minho asked and you choked on your bread.

“Yeah. I did. Y/N and I had a nice time, didn’t we?” Newt asked and looked at you as you coughed and nodded, totally embarrassed and you knew your face was turning bright red.


“Breakfast was weird.” Newt said as the two of you worked in the Garden.

“About that…” you said and stopped tying your vines.

“What’s wrong?” he asked and stepped down from the stool, squinting from the sunlight.

“I heard that um, you talk about me a lot.” you said and your heart beat faster just from saying those words. You watched Newt’s eyes grew wider and his Adam’s apple moved. 

“I uh-” he began stammering but you cut him off.

“I just want you to know that I think about you a lot, Newt. And I never really thought about my feelings but since I heard the boys talking this morning I’ve done some thinking and I think I feel the same way for you as you do for me.” you stared at Newt and his nervous facial features turned into a happy one as his face broke out in a grin and his eyes lit up.

He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you tightly and leaned in, his breath on your face before you closed the gap, sharing your first (of many) kisses.

“They think we did it.” you said and Newt looked down and chuckled.

“I know.” he said and looked at you with his brown eyes darker than usual.

“It would be awful if they had to keep believing a lie.” you said and smiled at him.

Seeing all these posts about what people did with their Barbie dolls when they were little reminded me of the time when I popped the head off of one of my dolls and either lost it or no one could get it back on right, so dad took a sharpie and drew his face on the stump to ‘fix’ it so my Barbie forever looked like this:

Foolish Games V (finale) [Series 1]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]

Group: iKON

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Pairing: Reader + Koo Junhoe/Reader + Kim Ji-Won

Song Recommendation: Pull - Spooky Black

[Written by Admin Maknae; Edited by Admin E]

**Contains Sexual Content**

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Now or Never (Bias x Reader) Pt.4

You weren’t a huge fan of soup, but he was right about the food being delicious. Who would deny warm food in freezing temperatures? B/N decides to pay for the food despite your protest. 

Kara holds up one finger when he isn’t looking and mouths, “Gentleman,” 

“I guess you guys are going to leave now,” 

You nod but Kara asks you, “Did you tell the group to wait for us?” 

Your mouth falls open, “No. After I waited on you at the hill, that was the last time I saw them,” 

“Do you know how to get back?” B/N asks.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll find a way back,” you say.

Kara holds her head, “How? We don’t even know where we are,” you really wish she would let you do the talking.

“It’s going to get dark soon, I think I can at least drive you back to your hotel,” 

“Okay,” Kara is more than eager but you’re not. You don’t want to put him at further expense because of you. Again, he waits for your answer. 

“Alright,” You guys head towards the cable cars, an easier way to descend to the bottom of the mountain. There’s not many people in it, but B/N stays by the corner, keeping his face covered. You and Kara oblige him by blocking his view, you sitting beside him and Kara standing in front of him. 

“You guys look like my body guards,” he jokes. 

“I’m surprised you don’t have any with you now,” you tell him.

It’s dark, temperatures dropping lower than earlier. His car is black and fancy, windows tinted darker than the other car you saw him in.

You get in the passenger seat, Kara typing in the hotel address on his GPS. Everyone’s quiet, him focused on the road. Kara has somehow managed to fall asleep, how is she more tired than you? 

“So, who’s your favorite member in my group?” he suddenly asks. 

You purposefully name someone else and he makes a face, “As always. Is it because he’s funny?” When you don’t answer, he glances at you, “Wait, is he really your favorite?” 

“Seriously? It’s you. Why do you think I danced for you?”

He smiles, removing his beanie. The car is warm, so you remove your gloves and scarf, “How long will you be here for?” 

“About two more months,” 

He nods and you notice that his hair is ruffled. You raise your hand but stop yourself. What are you doing?

He must notice because he asks, “Is my hair a mess?” 

“A little,” 

“Fix it for me?”

Now you hesitate. Nervous because he’s given you the okay. You pat the strands that are sticking out, but it still looks messy. So you lightly comb his hair with your fingers, brushing it back. But it keeps flipping everywhere, so you brush his bangs across his forehead, careful not to cover his eyes.

“Thank you,” he smiles at you, looking at you a second longer than the last time. 

You turn your face to the window, mouthing, “Oh my gosh,” You just touched his hair. It felt so soft and full in your hands, better than you imagined. You sigh, resting your head back. How is this happening right now?

“If you’re tired, you can sleep. I’ll wake you when you get there,” 

You shake your head, “I’ll stay up in case you fall asleep,” 

“I’m not even tired,” he says yawning then. You blink at him and he grips the steering wheel firmer, “Okay, maybe you should.” 

More silence and he breaks it again, “If there’s anything you’ve wanted to ask me, you can ask me now,” 

“I’m still having a hard time believing this is even happening,” 

“Give me your hand,” 

“Why?” he takes your hand for you, placing your palm on his cheek. 

“Wow, your hand is really warm,” he presses it onto his face some more, looking content. You stare at him, your hand on his face, his hand still holding yours in place. His skin is unbelievable soft, “See? This is real,” 

You pull your hand away slowly, your heart racing. Yes, you’ve had a celebrity crush on him for a long time, knowing your boundaries existed behind a screen. But you never knew that those feeling would feel like an actual crush.

You don’t say a word as you stare at your hands in your lap. He must sense some sort of awkwardness, “Sorry. That was too forward of me,” 

You don’t even know what to say. This is something you’ve always wanted, but here it was and you didn’t know what to do with it. 

You arrive at the hotel shortly after that, waking Kara. You tell her to walk in ahead of you as B/N is about to get out of the car. 

“Maybe you should stay inside, incase someone sees you,” 

“Right,” he closes his door and you sit beside him, wondering what to say or do. 

“Thank you for today. It was fun and it was also great seeing you again,” you tell him. 

He nods as he looks at you. You know you should leave but you remember Kara’s words. You might never get this chance again.

“Can I hug you?” you blurt out.

He looks surprised but nods anyway, “Usually people ask for a picture or an autograph, but I guess a hug will do,” 

Let’s just say hugging in cars aren’t easy. You reach over to him, but the seats and other things are in the way and it’s not how you imagined it at all. But he hugs you sincerely, patting your back. You take in his scent, in a non-creepy type of way, and release him. 

“You sure you don’t want an autograph?” 

“I don’t have anything for you to sign,” 

He thinks for a moment before opening his glove compartment. His album, “It’s recent, one of the first ones to come out,” he finds a marker and signs his name but you’re watching him as he writes, the way his hair falls over his eyes, the way he tilts his head.

“Here,” you thank him as you take the CD, “I hope I get to see you again, Y/N,” he smiles and you’ve never seen a smile so perfect.

You let your eyes take in all of him, as much as you can before you leave. You shake his hand, “I do too,” 

forever with you

{It’s been a rough weekend, so have some super fluffy Olicity}

“When did you know?” Felicity let the words slip from her mouth as she trailed her fingers down Oliver’s chest.

They were still in bed. Had been since, she glanced at the clock with a content sigh, five the day before. In fact she had a strict, no leaving bed policy unless it was to get sustenance or to use the bathroom. She really was enjoying this honeymoon thing.

“Know what?” he asked, opening one eye to look down at her. His smile was small, but no less brilliant in it’s happiness. She could watch her husband smile all day.

She propped herself up on his chest, making sure she he was looking right at her. “When did you know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Oh no, I am not playing this game.”

“It’s not a game, it’s a simple question,” she scoffed, dipping her head to kiss him between his abs. “Come on tell me.”

“No, you’ll laugh at me.”

“I, Felicity Meghan Queen, formerly Smoak, would never laugh at you.”

He rolled his eyes, letting out a soft chuckle. “Fine, when did you know?”

“No way you cannot steal my question.”

“Hey we’re married now, what’s yours is mine.”

“Still,” she swatted his arm. “I asked you first.”

He was running his hands along her arms, when he tugged lightly, until she was an inch from his face. He kissed her, smiling widely into it. Letting her feel every bit of the love they had shared for so long.

“If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” he whispered, when they finally broke apart. “I promise.”

She watched him carefully, making sure to look for any signs that he was not being 100% truthful. But Oliver knew better than that. He could never lie to her.

“Fine,” she huffed, swinging a leg over him so she could sit on his stomach. He shook his head with a laugh. “Our first date.”

“All the way back then?” he teased raising a brow.

“Yes all the way back then,” she paused as she pursed her lips. “I mean it terrified me, especially after the whole kaboom, and then you being self sacrificing. But I still knew that if we ever did this, for real, that you were going to be forever for me.”

“Well I am sorry I took so long to get my head out of my ass.”

“Oh me too, because we so could been doing this,” she motioned between the two of them. “Like so much sooner.”

“How much sooner?”

“End of the fir- third date.”

“Oh okay,” he nodded along with her, taking a deep breath.

She crossed her arms as she fixed him with a look. “It’s your turn.”

“Oh right we were doing that thing,” he laughed at her pout, placing his hands on her hips. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Do not make me middle name you, Oliver, because I will. With my loud voice.”

“I know you will,” he said. “Okay, the clock tower.”

Felicity looked at him confused as she shook her head. “What?”

“Before we defeated Slade, you and I were alone in the clock tower. I was ready to give up, because I thought I had failed the city,” he explained. “And then you told me that I had to keep fighting, that I would stop Slade, that I was not alone, and you believed in me. And I knew.”

“That was before you told me you loved me.”

“I know that.”

“Before our date, and our kiss, and months of heartache followed by just as many months of bliss.”

“It was.”

“How could you possibly have known then?”

He shrugged, holding onto her as he sat up. “Because I think it was the moment I first knew I loved you. And as soon as I realized that, I knew I wanted forever with you.”

He inched his face closer to her, brushing his nose against hers.

“You’re kind of a sap Oliver Queen.”

“You love it,” he replied, kissing the side of her lips. “Felicity Queen.”

what we would be // m.c (part two)

WC: 1,267
// the only thing that matters is how the story ends

a/n: hey would you look at that i can complete a part two :D special thanks to the lovely hannah (@tadpolehemmings) for helping me decide how i wanted this to go :D ox

[part one]

Michael had only one more day left on his break. He hadn’t seen you since the night on the beach, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would. You were getting married. You loved him. And you were getting married. Michael was left wondering what he could have possibly done in his lifetime that caused him to lose the girl of his dreams. He never did anything majorly illegal, he was always on time for band practice, and he always told his mother he loved her. Why was he getting punished like this? 

Michael wanted to be angry at you. He wanted to scream it all out, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do a damn a thing about it. You were happy, as far as he could tell, and he wasn’t going to compromise that for his own feelings. Before anything else, he was your best friend. He was the one who held your hand when you saw your first horror movie. He was the one who held your hair back when you got drunk for the first time. He was the one who had your back no matter what happened—and he couldn’t bail on you now. If you were happy, then he had to accept it. 

But, fuck, was it hard. 

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sieggy-chan  asked:

Hey. Can you do reactions where you are Their ex-girlfriend Which dreaming of access to a famous dance group and finally her get in the group and it is called to pull one of the show presentation Exo 's gig and all the members and him are like "WOW"

Hope you enjoy it! It took forever cause of my computer lol!

Kai: //in his head// “Oh man, I regret letting her go…”

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Xiumin: //very concerned// ”Hyungs! Should we be watching this?? Is it legal??”

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Chanyeol: //@ you from the sidelines, hoping you’ll see (ft impressed Yixing)//

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Luhan: “Would you consider coming back to me if I learned all your dances? Look I’m good, right??”

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Tao: //doesn’t actually understand what’s going on, but is totally enjoying himself//

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Baekhyun: “Hey guys, who knew right? I’m diggin’ it, I’m likin’ it.”

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Sehun: //trying so hard not to miss you//

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Suho: //after the showcase// “I’ve missed having you around. And the boys have missed having another mom.“ 

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Kyungsoo: //can’t stop staring//

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Kris: //reluctant to tell you// “I- uh- wanted to say that I miss you. Seeing you out there was really impressive.”

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Lay: //so surprised, so impressed, so confused// 

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Chen: “You think she’ll notice me from there? She used to like my muscles.”

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~ zoe

Little Caniff (T.C Imagine)

•Request By Anon: Hi can u write an imagine where (y/n) is pregnant and wants to surprise her boyfriend Taylor caniff with the news but he’s on tour •Request By Anon: Hi can u make an imagine where ur pregnant with Taylor caniffs baby and u guys find out ur having a girl and he gets super excited and u guys start thinking about names I love ur writing so I would really appreciate if u could do this thanks❤️

I cowrote this with @mahomier5


Y/n’s POV

I was super excited, I went to the doctors office today and found out that I was 9 weeks pregnant. The sad thing was that my boyfriend of 4 years Taylor Caniff was on tour. I decided to FaceTime him since I missed him so much. “Hey babe!” I cheered with a bright smile. “Hey princess, did you figure out what was wrong?” Tay asked laying back on the couch.

I had told him over the phone that these last couple of weeks I’ve been sick but we both didn’t know what was wrong. I realized I wasn’t ready to tell him yet so I said, “Just a stomach ache.” Lying to Taylor killed me inside. “Okay, I miss you so much.” His smile made my heart flutter. I loved seeing him happy because he was doing what he loved. “I miss you more, I love you.” I cooed.

“I love you too baby girl, I gotta go.” Taylor sighed. “Just three more months babe.” I faked a smile even though my heart was aching because I missed him so much. “Bye.” I sighed and he waved back at me before we both hung up. I laid back on our bed that seemed a little too big, I knew that I needed to find a way to see him before 3 months.

>>>Fast Forward 1 Month>>>>

“Hey Y/n.” Dillion pulled me into a tight hug before moving away, “You feel different.” He scrunched up him face in a confusion. “I’m pregnant.” I blurted out and Dillon’s eyes grew big. “Oh. My. God. I’m gonna be an uncle!” He chimed and I nodded my head laughing. “We got to get you to Tay right away, you’re all he’s been talking about.”

We left the airport to head to the studio, I had flew to Dallas Texas to surprise Taylor on tour. It seemed like it took forever to get to the studio but when we finally did I jumped out the car and Dillion grabbed my bags. “Hey Tay, I got the food c'mere.” Rupp shouted once we were inside the building. My smile grew wide as my boyfriend ran to the entrance of the studio. “You’re not food!” Taylor cheered running and pulling me into his arms. “I hope you meant that in a good way?” I giggled teasingly.

“You’re better then food.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he mocked me up and o sat on the couch in his lap. “I have something to tell you.” I looked anywhere but at him while playing with a button on his shirt. “What’s wrong babe?” He asked smiling. “I’m one month and nine weeks pregnant with a girl Tay.” I uttered. “WHAT! I’m gonna be a dad?” Taylor’s mouth went agape. I nodded biting my lip. He pulled me into a big hug.

“We need to get a nursery, a high chair, baby clothes, we need to have a baby shower, get baby food, get her a mini car that matches mine—” I cut him off with a kiss. “Stop worrying Tay we can figure that all out later.” I softly smiled, it felt like a weight lifted off of my shoulders since I told him. “We can focus on the name.” I cheesed. “How about Tasha, Daniella, Marisa, Riley?” He brought up all these names. “I personally like Dillion-nina the best.” Dillion intruded causing me to laugh and for Tay to send him a death glare.

“What ever it’s gonna be we’ll figure it out together.” Tay sat his hand in my baby pump and are little girl kicked causing his eyes to light up.

it’s weird ‘cause the MSPA style is simultaneously very easy to draw in and exceedingly difficult. I was working on something recently where Joey’s head was turned at just the right angle that it took me forever to figure out how to keep her on model to his style while giving it a clear planar depth, WHILE maintaining the exact expression.

their bodies are so stoutbeanish, too, that it feels like the classic floursack test. Getting their body language just right is tricky since it needs to be so simple.

I really, really do like drawing Joey though. Everything about her design is just very appealing in its simplicity, but because antler boy’s my favorite, I find myself often struggling to make him look as nice as the Joeys come out and getting frustrated that I find the drawings of her more appealing lmao

And though it is very very very handy being able to draw in just about any style, with the style I lean towards naturally being very detailed and far more rendered, it’s still a huge leap.

On that topic, Their -HANDS- though. The way Andrew draws hands is just the most appealing thing in the world and I LOVE THOSE LITTLE BEAN FINGERS. 

Anyway, this train of thought is brought by “I did a quick doodle not in the MSPA style of a char I almost always draw in MSPA style and it was like I forgot how to draw briefly”


I have literally been up all night long, it is now 5:19 am. and I have to get up in like 2 or 3 hours but i was on a ROLL.  Again…tell me how I’m am doing! Thank you Guys!!


-Part 2-

Pairing: Pietro X Reader


Prompt: The men of the Avengers all know Pietro has a pronounced crush on you without even asking. You are completely unmindful of the fact whereas you do not even realize. Although you have an infatuation with Pietro as well your not very good at hiding it.

Warning: None, besides a little language but this is my first time writing so bear with me.

After breakfast, most of us decided to just chill in the living room and watch tv.  Every seemed engaged in conversation, watching tv, or something else. Where me? I’m sitting on the corner couch with my glasses and reading a book. Very intently into my book, I look up to see Thor enter the room, set his hammer down on the table and take a seat next to Steve. “Ya whosoever… be he worthy the have the pow.. whatever man its a trick.” you hear Clint say across from you on the floor. Everyone seems keen on what is happening. “ No it is much more than that my friend.” As he clinks glasses with Steve. Out of no where Tony stands up,  and everybody ‘oohs’  “ If I lift it do I get to rule Asgard?” he asks Thor. “Yes of course” in reply. “I will be fair, but firmly cruel.” I peek over my glasses to watch as Tony attempts to pull Thor’s hammer off the table. “Be right back.” Tony says. Several minutes later, Tony has his Iron Man hand on attempting to pull up Thor’s hammer once again. I look over at Pietro to see him watching Tony with amusement in his eyes. He also has his glasses on, which I found absolutely adorable by the way. Back to what is occurring right now, Tony has Rhodey with his War Machine hand to pull at the hammer. “Are you even pulling?” Rhodey says as he pulls one more time. “Are you on my team?” Tony looks up at Rhodey. Rhodey gives him a look, “Just represent, pull.” Tony nods his head, “Alright lets go.” As they pull one more time. This all resolved in Tony and Rhodey failing to pick up the hammer. Tony was a bit upset afterwards, which I thought was hysterical. Now we have Steve going to attempt to pick the hammer up.  “Come on Cap.” Steve grabs the handle and as soon as he pulls, the hammer nudges and the look on Thor’s face killed me. He looked in shock at the fact. Steve gave up and Thor just laughed which made it even more amusing. Bruce gestures for Nat to try but she declines. “Oh no no.. thats not the question I need answered.” Thor gives a tilt of his head and takes a sip of his drink.  After a few moments of silence, Tony speaks up, “Whoevers carrying Thor’s fingerprints is I think the literal translation.” Thor stands up “Yes, no a very interesting theory. I have a simpler one.” He says as he picks up his hammer and flips it in his hands. “You are all not worthy.  “Oh come on.” Maria says, the room is then filled with ‘ahhs’, ‘arghs’ and ‘oohs’.  As this continues, and there is a comment here and there, I take that time to look at Pietro again. He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes it. What looks like a book or newspaper rolled up, he taps it against chin looking to the right of him at the floor looking as if he is in deep thought. At that point I return to my book that I fell so deep in love with since the moment I started it. Wanda and Vision are talking about God knows what,as well as Bruce and Nat. The guys are still arguing about the whole hammer thing as Thor stands there with a butt load of pride and ego up his ass. As my attention is completely engrossed in my book, I hear shuffling and footsteps coming in my direction. I look up and as soon as I do I see Pietro maneuvering his way past Clint who is still sitting on the floor between the table and couch as he looks at me. He walks past my couch into the kitchen. Trying not to be spotted, I turn a peek over at him where he is looking through the cabinet for a snack i’m guessing. As he goes to turn back around I quickly turn back and pretend to be deep into my book. He walks past me again and sits in his spot, pulling a book up and starting to read, but not before he looks at me looking at him. This time I actually return the smile. Clint notices yet again the longing you and Pietro have for each other and lets out an exasperated sigh. He looks between the  both of you to see you both reading a book on other sides of the room. This is the most annoying, frustrating thing to him, because he is close with the both of you, but literally wants to slap sense into both of you. He sits there and tries to come up with a plan. He looks over at the guys, then at Nat and Bruce, his gaze following over to Wanda and Vision who are all oblivious to the situation at hand. Pietro cannot help but think of how beautiful you look at this very moment. He looks over at you and admires how you can be so intent in your book, with your glasses, messy bun, huge shirt and long songs. He finds that as he sees you now is so enhancing and flattering that he wishes he were closer to you. Pietro notices Nat, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, Steve, Maria, and Rhodey start saying goodnight and start heading separate ways to their bedrooms. This leaving only himself, Y/N, Tony, and Clint. As you have read at least another chapter or two you feel the need to eat. You set your book down on the table and begin to stretch due to sitting in the same position for a couple hours. When you get to the kitchen your start searching through the fridge to find nothing and the cabinet to find nothing. At this point you have lost hope in anything that could satisfy you and beg God for something sweet. To your surprise you find Steve’s mint chocolate chip ice cream. You know you shouldn’t take any but, you REALLY wanted it. You look over at Clint, Pietro and Tony. “Would you guys like ice cream or something?” Clint shakes his head “No thank you Y/N”, Tony stands up from his spot, “I think I am going to head up now, I’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow, *Yawn*, Thank you though.” and heads down the hall. Pietro looks up from his book or whatever it was. “Sure, that would be great, thank you Y/N.” with a small smile on his face before he looks back down at his newspaper. Clint’s face lights up, but then fades to an annoyed one because that was barely even a conversation between the two of you. “I’m gonna head up now guys, have a great night.” As he stretches and starts walking towards the bedrooms. As soon as he’s out of sight, he turns back to see the two of you. Then bolts and runs to everyone’s bedrooms trying to be as quiet as possible, telling them to meet him in Tony and Bruce’s lab. Everyone groggily walks through the door to the lab to see Clint leaning against the table. “So…. I have a question.” As he paces back in forth. “Is everyone aware of Pietro and Y/N yearning for each other.?” he questions. “Yes, of course.” Thor says as the rest of the team just nod their heads tiredly. Clint speaks up. “Well we need to make a plan, because I am aware that every time everyone gets together, they are completely separate from each other, look at each other ALL THE TIME.” He says in a dramatic voice. “I know what you mean, but how exactly were you proposing we could make that happen Clint?” Nat says as she looks looks at Clint with her head tilted. “I do not know that part yet.” He points his finger at everyone. He raises his finger and starts pacing again. “But, we have to do something, its the most annoying thing to watch.” he says looking at everyone. “Right now they are sitting in the living room by themselves, I have a plan.” Wanda says as she smirks.

OMG. This took forever to write and it feels way too long. Winging it once again, tell me how I did. Request me a storyline and I’ll get to it as soon as possible.

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A/N: This was going to be the last part, but then I decided eh, why the hell not draw this out a little more. @pinesinthewoods @peekabooitsmiko @taccoman @aspiring-procrastinator @logicalbookthief idk who else i should tag but at this point as long as all y’all reblog, i think everyone who is keeping up with this will be able to read it, haha. Five Finger Death Punch and Foo Fighters songs are really good to listen to while writing this.

Dipper only got a few hours of sleep. He hadn’t been able to dream. But he was the first one awake and ate several slices of white bread for breakfast and made sure everything was packed - including Mabel’s stuff - all in time for Soos to head back to the Shack for work.

He and Mabel didn’t really talk that morning, but as they sat in the back of Soos’s car, Mabel turned her head towards him.

“Dipper, what’re we gonna do?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Dipper said. He had thought of it as he had tried to go to sleep. He didn’t let himself stop to analyze it too much. They didn’t have time for that, and it was all he had.

“What is it?” Mabel said.

“I’ll explain when we’re out of the car,” Dipper said.

Soos parked in the Mystery Shack parking area, then the three of them got out of the car, Dipper carrying his bag and Mabel carrying her own.

The twins immediately went into the house, hoping Grunkle Stan was in there and not in the back room of the store.

The living room smelled too strongly of cigarettes, and it made Dipper nauseous. Mabel made a face as she smelled it as well.

“Even Grunkle Stan has the decency to smoke outside like a normal person,” Mabel mumbled after looking around to check that Jimmy wasn’t in hearing range.

Dipper grabbed Mabel’s bag, then took both bags up to their room in the attic. After depositing them on the floor, he hurried back down the stairs and braved the rest of the house, pinching his nose to prevent smelling more of the awful smoke smell.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper called, his voice sounding nasally.

Dipper and Mabel looked in the kitchen, but they only found Jimmy there. Drinking the milk straight out of the carton.

Dipper narrowed his eyes at Jimmy. He felt Mabel move behind him, holding onto the back of his vest. She was afraid of Jimmy now. Dipper gritted his teeth.

No one hurt his family, and no one scared his sister. Ever.

Jimmy turned his head to look over at them. He closed the fridge door and leaned against the refrigerator.

“Stan’s out with an early tour,” Jimmy said, continuing to drink the milk.

“Good. We have to talk,” Dipper said.

“Dipper!” Mabel whispered, voice trembling, but Dipper stood his ground.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, we do, do we?”

“I don’t know what you want Grunkle Stan’s help with, but I don’t like it, and I want you gone,” Dipper said.

Jimmy snorted. “Well, it’s not like a kid like you has a say in the matter.”

Dipper gritted his teeth.

“What are you?”

“… Pardon?”

“What are you!? A ghost, a monster? Why do your eyes glow red!?”

Jimmy stood there for a moment, then he chuckled darkly and lifted his hand to his sunglasses. He took them off, showing both Dipper and Mabel his eyes.

Mabel gasped as she saw the red, glowing orbs with little yellow dots for the pupil.

“You know what’s behind these and you still think you can make me leave?” Jimmy said.

“Yeah! Things like you always have a weakness!” Dipper said. “And even if I don’t know what it is, I can still make a deal with you!”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of deal, little man?”

Jimmy set the milk carton down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“We have a race. If I win, you leave Grunkle Stan alone forever and get the heck out of Gravity Falls!”

Dipper could feel Mabel tugging at his vest.

“Dipper, what’re you doing!?” Mabel asked.

Jimmy laughed at that, then leaned in closer to the twins.

“All right. But if I win, you have to do me a favor,” Jimmy said. “No questions asked.”

“Dipper, no, don’t - !”


Jimmy held his hand out, and Dipper shook it. Jimmy tightened his grip on Dipper’s hand, and Dipper hissed as he felt something burning into his palm.

Dipper took his hand back and looked at his palm. The image of a snake head glared up at him. He looked back up at Jimmy, and the man was smirking at him.

“I’ll get the track ready. See you in town at 1pm, sharp.”

Jimmy then left the kitchen and went out through the front door.

Mabel grabbed Dipper’s shoulders and turned him around.

“That was your big plan!? You can’t race him! You can’t even ride a motorbike!”

“It can’t be that different from a bicycle. But we should get a bike, I don’t think he’s gonna supply one.”

Suddenly, the mark on Dipper’s palm started to burn again, causing Dipper to cry out. Fire jumped from the mark and flew into the air, then swirled in the air beside them. It swirled and swirled into the shape of a motorcycle, then died down, revealing an actual motorcycle. Perfect Dipper-size.

Dipper and Mabel stared at the bike, then stared at each other.

“H-how did that happen?” Mabel asked.

Dipper immediately pulled the journal out of his vest pocket and flipped through it.

“Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no no…!”

“What? What is it!?” Mabel asked.

Dipper turned the journal around so she could see the picture.

“He’s an occupation demon, Mabel! ‘Someone who made a deal with the Devil in order to become invincible in their chosen profession! Grants immortality and invulnerability in exchange for committing horrific acts, such as murder and stealing souls!’ Mabel, what if he’s been after Grunkle Stan’s soul this whole time!?”

“Dipper, what if you just agreed to give him yours if you lose!?” Mabel said, her voice getting higher-pitched.

“If he wanted my soul, why would he give me demonic biker powers?” Dipper asked, pointing at the admittedly cool-looking bike.

“Maybe it wasn’t on purpose….” Mabel said.

Dipper doubted it. He looked at the bike, then hesitantly reached out to touch it.

“I’m … I’m gonna test-drive it. We have four hours until we have to be in town,” Dipper said.

Dipper walked the bike out of the house and located a safe-ish place to drive it around.

The moment he got onto the bike, he fell right over.

No, this was not just like riding a bicycle. This had been a terrible idea.

But he didn’t give up. He had to learn how to drive this thing in four hours time.

Meanwhile, Mabel went into the store and waited for Grunkle Stan to be finished with the morning tour.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said when she saw him come through the door.

“Hey, sweetie,” Stan said, his eye patch over the eye that Jimmy had punched, hiding the black eye. “How’d you sleep at Soos’s?”

“Not very well. Grunkle Stan, can I talk to you in private?” Mabel said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Uh, well….”


Stan sighed. “All right.”

The two of them went into Stan’s office. Stan leaned against his desk.

“What did you want to talk about?” Stan said, a defeated look on his face.

“Grunkle Stan … why did Jimmy hit you?”

Stan pressed his lips into a thin line.

“This isn’t an appropriate conversation for a kid,” Stan said.

“Grunkle Stan, he hit you! And he calls you sweetheart and kitten, Dipper said so! That’d make him your boyfriend, wouldn’t it!? And he hit you!”

Mabel started to tear up.

“I don’t understand! I don’t understand at all, boyfriends are supposed to love you!”

“Oh, sweetie. C’mere.”

Stan knelt down, and Mabel ran into his arms, and he held her. Stan hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back with all the strength her little twelve-year-old body had.

“Dipper and I love you and don’t want to see you get hurt….”

Mabel could hear Stan swallow hard.

“I know you don’t, Mabel. I know…. I’m sorry you had to find out about that.”

“I’m sorry it happened at all!”

“Things with Jimmy are … complicated. Always have been.”

“If he loved you, he wouldn’t hit you.”

Stan didn’t say anything to that. Mabel wanted him to say something - anything - but he didn’t.

In Stan’s brain, it was a whirl of thoughts and memories and echoes of voices. Disagreements with Mabel’s statement.

But there was absolutely no part of him that wanted to teach her any different.

He never wanted her to feel like bruises and blood meant love. He didn’t want her to feel like this. Like he did. He didn’t want either twin to feel like this.

“Where’s your brother?” Stan asked after a while of just holding her close.

“… He really doesn’t like Jimmy.”

“Mabel, that doesn’t answer my question.”

“… Dipper says Jimmy is an occupation demon and challenged him to a bike race so he can’t steal your soul.” 

“What? What’d’ya mean he ‘challenged Jimmy to a bike race’!?”

“He and Jimmy are gonna meet up in town at 1pm and race. If Dipper wins, he has to leave us alone and get out of Gravity Falls, but if Jimmy wins, Dipper has to do him a favor.”

“What the he- hot Belgian Waffles! JIMMY!”

Stan let go of Mabel and got back to his feet, then started searching for Jimmy.


Soos and Wendy jumped, startled.

“Mr. Pines?” they both asked.

“If you see Jimmy or Dipper, make them wait here and call for me!” Stan said, hurrying out of the store to head into the house.

Neither were there.

He had an two and a half hours to find them and put an end to this nonsense before someone got hurt.

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Liam Dunbar imagine. You both play sports and both of you are captains. Liam for Lax and you (reader) for soccer

this reminded me so much of hayden… whatever lol thanks for your request :))) hope you like it, I enjoyed writing this one a lot !

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Cop Car

CS AU Week || Day 4; Complete AU >> Teenage CS: Cop Car

Alright I have a real soft spot for this particular AU okay? And I rushed to get it done in time for today so I really hope you guys like this one- even more so that everything else I’ve done this week. Anyways it’s based really heavily on this song because I couldn’t help but think of them when I heard it so just enjoy some music and a story and please please please let me know if you like it! 

Killian’s palms were sweaty, which made driving his beat up stick shift even harder than normal. Most of the nerves were due to her proximity; the fact that she sat on the bench seat next to him and pointed out directions was still something he couldn’t seem to grasp.

“Make a right here. Your truck can handle a bit of off-roading right?” She turned to him with a small smile and asked as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear in an almost nervous gesture while the moonlight sparkled in her eyes. Killian nodded his head as he took a deep breath in an attempt to smother the butterflies that had taken up their home deep in the pit of his stomach. She leaned over the stick to place a quick kiss along his cheek, which left his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed a bright red.

However the color soon faded to a pale white when he realized just where they were headed, punctuated by the haphazardly placed ‘no trespassing’ sign.

“Isn’t this Mr. Gold’s place?” Killian asked in a soft tone, his meager attempt at hiding the shaky quality of his voice as his mind shifted to memories of the rather odious old man.

“He’ll never know! Where we’re going is on the outskirts of his property it’s going to be fine- trust me. This isn’t a sight you’re going to want to miss,” she promised as she flashed him a giant grin when he pushed down on the gas, past the sign and towards wherever she planned on leading him.

She led him to the edge of the cliff where she had him reverse so his tailgate was facing out towards the endless abyss. With one last grin and an airy giggle Emma opened the small window behind their heads and climbed out into the truck bed and began to spread out the small blanket Killian had.

“You coming or not?” Emma poked her head back through the hole and the whispered words caressed Killian’s neck along with the golden strands of her hair, which caused goose bumps to break out on his skin. He felt the gentle breeze blow through the small opening and as he turned to face her, their faces a mere few inches apart he let his own grin spread.

“Move over.”

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Exposure in Process

A/N: Someone asked me to write this a long, long time ago and it’s been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long and I finally finished it. I hope y’all enjoy it! It’s the one where Archie gets a boyfriend and Rae is super skeptical and becomes extremely overprotective of him. Enjoy! 

“What the fuck are we doin’ here this early?” Chop groaned as he threw himself on the cold, hard plastic chair next to Finn in the Chippy. 

“Archie said he’s got somethin’ important to show us,” Izzy rolled her eyes at him as she sat next to Chloe. “And Archie is important to us so stop bein’ such a prat.”

“I’m not bein’ a prat,” Chop defensively declared. “It’s 8 o’clock in the mornin’. We only left the pub 6 hours ago!” 

He folded his arms on the table and rested his head in them, his chair squeaking as his weight shifted. Izzy gave Chloe a look to show her annoyance and her friend slowly nodded slightly in agreement. Everyone was tired, not just Chop, so he had no right to complain. The night before the whole gang were sat at their usual table in the pub until the wee hours of the morning, laughing, drinking, and singing terrible renditions of whatever came on the jukebox. Archie was home for Christmas break, his first visit since going to University, and they all had plenty to catch up on. It wasn’t until they were stumbling out into the damp, cold air that Archie told everyone he wanted to meet at the Chippy the next morning for something important.

“It makes me laugh that the Chippy is our go to place for ‘important’ meetin’s,” Chloe chuckled. 

“Whaddya mean?” Finn asked, craning his head to the door looking for Rae. 

“I mean,” Chloe started. “It’s where we came to talk about Rae bein’ in hospital, it’s where Archie told us he was gay, and now this.”

“Yeah,” Chop grumbled from between his arms. “That’s because it’s only 8 in the mornin’ and the fuckin’ pub isn’t open yet.”

The bell on the door jingled and everyone’s head shot towards it to see who was entering. It was Rae. Finn’s face shone brighter than the fluorescent lights on the linoleum floor. They’d been solidly together for over a year now but Finn still looked at her like she was the sun and he was the sky. 

“Mornin’,” she said, leaning over to kiss him full on the lips. 

“Mornin’,” he whispered against them.

“Mornin’,” the rest teased. 

“Oh, hush up,” Rae snickered sitting on the other side of Finn. “So where’s Arch?” 

“No idea,” Chop declared. “But if he’s not here soon, I’m fuckin’ leavin’ and goin’ back to bed.”

“What’s your deal?” Rae asked him.

“He’s just annoyed that he’s missin’ out on beauty sleep,” Izzy stated, reaching across to smack Chop’s shoulder. “OI!” He shouted. Everyone was too busy laughing at Izzy and Chop’s banter to notice the jingling of the bell, signifying someone entered the Chippy. They also didn’t notice the pair of people approaching their table until two shadows were cast on them. 

“Oh, hiya, Archie bug,” Izzy beamed. However, no one focused on Archie for too long. All their eyes seemed to slowly move from Archie to the person standing next to him. He was taller than Archie, but only slightly, and his lush brown hair had the subtlest traces of blond highlights. His eyes were the color of black coffee and his skin was the most delectable shade of caramel. Rae, Chloe, and Izzy were visibly gaping at this mystery person that he was turning the same shade of red as the collared shirt he was wearing. Comprehension seemed to dawn on everyone but Chop. 

“So what’s the important thing you had to tell us.” Finn smacked him upside the head so Izzy didn’t have to. “Oi! What’d ya do that for?” He shrieked, turning towards Finn while rubbing the back of his head. 

“Guys,” Archie started softly. “This is Ivan. My boyfriend.”

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Make it stop, Luke Hemmings imagine.

A/N: okay so fyi im going on holiday till the 17th meaning i have wifi till then so i will not be posting anything i am really really sorry and i hope you can forgive me. i will write all of your amazing requests when i get home and apologize for the wait. also this one turned out really long just also an fyi.

Y/N´s P.O.V.

Music had always been a passion of mine. Ever since I could stand up I wanted to perform my favorite photo of me when I was young is me and a friend playing pop artist concert. I learned how to sing and read notes when I joined the church choir. Not because im remotely religious but a few of my friends did it and it sounded like fun. Plus my parents could not afford for me to have any more interest when they already had to pay for me to get piano lessons. The choir teacher was a sweet old lady that always made you feel special. It made me want to keep on singing.

People has always told me it was a stupid dream. That I should just give it up. This happened when they found me scribbling lyrics into my notepad or humming random tunes whenever I felt like it. This of cause also made me very popular with the teacher but I did not mind. When I got into highschool I met a couple of fellows and we started a band. We started out only playing local things like a small party and such but the gigs grew bigger and bigger. One day we were rehearsing and I got a call, it was from our manager and we had been hired as warm up band for 5 seconds of summer. Nothing could have made us happier.

After touring with the guys for a little over half a year I was starting to really like them. They were fun to be around and it was nice to be around other musicians for a change. Since I came from a small town and the closest thing we had to other bands was the church choir.

We had also gained a lot of fans over the 6 months of touring with them and more and more often we saw people coming to the concert wearing our t-shirts, screaming our lyrics back to us. Nothing is a more incredible feeling than having your lyrics screamed back to you. Nothing.

I had even started dating this movie star, I had met him at an award show after party and we had just clicked. Dated ever since and I could not be happier. Also because it kept the boys of my back, since I was the only female around sometimes it made me a great target for the boys. At first I did not notice but I came to realize that they were all flirting with me all the time, giving me special treatment and stuff. Not my own bandmates they loved to annoy me which I was very grateful for. I did not care for special treatment. That was one of the greatest things about having a boyfriend, it gets other guys off you back.

And I loved him with all of my heart, we had fun and he saw me for the real me. I felt like I could tell him everything, and it also felt like we were going to last forever. Nothing could come between us.

Except the fact that love is not a constant state and once you get out of the honeymoon faze things change.

We had three days off and I had called him on skype wanting to spend as much of my freetime with him as I could.

Half an hour later I closed the laptop and walked out of my hotel room I walked down the hall and knocked on the other guys room door. I waited a for what seemed like forever until the door was finally opened. In front of me stood Luke smiling widely when he saw me.

“Hey, the guys are out getting pizza but I had some homework to finish up. Whats up?” He asked smiling at me.

I did not say anything I just took two steps forward so I stood right in front of him, I put my head on his chest and began sobbing right away he put his arms around me holding me tightly.
After a little while I pulled back and we walked into the hotelroom, we sat on the couch and I put my head on his shoulder needing comfort and not caring what anyone would think if they walked in and saw us. He let me sob into his shoulder for a while longer.
When I had calmed down a little I pulled back and looked at him, he gave me a vague but comforting smile.

“So you wanna tell me about it or just cry some more?” he asked.

“I’m sorry for ruining your shirt,” I started and he laughed whole heartedly, he shrugged and smiled at me.

“It’s okay I have more.” He said and it made me smile a little, I took a deep breath to calm myself down before telling him about what had just happened.

“Caleb dumped me.” I started and Luke looked at me confused but motioned for me to continue.

“He called and told me that I was too self-absorbed and had turned into such a diva since he met me.” I said pausing for a moment collecting myself.

“So there I was thinking everything was going great and I get told im a diva. I’m not a diva am I?” I finished looking into his eyes trying to read what he was going to say. When he paused for too long I felt like crying again.

“Oh shit im a diva,” I said and he shook his head and chuckled.

“No, you are not, he is the diva if he cannot see how great and down to earth you are. You are not a diva because you are grateful for everything you have and I diva is not,” He said lifting my head and looking into my eyes. I smiled a little and took a deep breath sighing.

“Okay, enough talking now I just want to cry a little more,” I said and he nodded and let me cry into his shoulder.

What he had said had comforted me but there was still so much more I had not told him, all those other reasons he had broken up with me because of. It had been like a bully sitting there pointing all of my flaws as if I did not already see those. I cried till my eyes could barely squeeze out another tear.

“Luke.” I started but was stopped by my sobs, it took me a little while to gather up more strength to say the next thing.

“It hurts.”

“Make it stop,” I finished and he pulled me closer hugging me.

“Shh. you will be okay,” he said.

He moved his head from the comfortable position it had been in on top of my head and he gave me a small kiss on the top of my head.

“Make it stop,” I said again.

He kissed my forehead again. I sobbed a few times as I moved my head to be face to face with him. I sobbed a few more times before leaning in a letting his lips meet mine.

His lips were warm and soft against mine I had not expected it but he kissed me back immediately. at that moment I did not care about anything just the moment I shared with Luke. We started moving our lips and our kissing became a little more agressive than before, passionate. His mouth moved perfectly in sync with mine and he defiantly knew what he was doing. His hands were all over me and I did not mind. I pulled away for a small second to take my shirt off them my lips were back on his as I wrapped my legs around his waist and started taking his shirt off. He lifted me off the couch like I was light as a feather and wanted to carry me to the bed, but with no sense of direction and not wanting to pulled back for even a second I ended up my back against a wall.

After a little while he pulled away from me and created a lot of distance between us. He was panting as was I and he looked a little distressed. I wanted to say something but I did not know what to say. Still out of breath he managed to get out.

“I need you to tell me something,” He started out finally getting his breathing back to normal, I nodded and let him continue.

“Answer a question. Answer it right and its back to fireworks and rockets red glare. “ He said and I nodded yet again this time biting my lower lip a little he seemed very serious, serious was not good right now.

“I need to know that you are not just doing this because you are hurt about caleb,” He said I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

“I need to know because I do not want to be your rebound. I have wanted you so badly for so long and I just need to know. Say the word and im yours.” He said, I got tears in my eyes and I looked away thinking about my next move.

I did not know until I kissed him how much I craved Luke´s touch. And he was one of my best friends, but I had no idea. Right now I wanted to feel better.

“What you just said is probably the nicest thing someone has ever told me,” I started as I looked back at him. I took a step closer to him and bit my lip again.

“To be honest, I don’t know. You are one of my best friends Luke and until a few moments ago I had no idea of how badly I wanted to kiss you,” I said and paused he looked away hurt.

This is what I wanted to avoid, hurting him was the opposite of what I wanted.

“I understand,” He said not looking at me but I bit my lip thinking again.

“How about this? We stay friends while I get over that douche. And when im ready we can go out,” I said and he looked back at me shrugging.

“I guess,” I hugged him and I could feel him smile as he hugged me back.

A week later I walked into our dressing room which we shared with them. There was not many people in it at the moment and I was a little grateful for that.

“Hey,” I said.

Luke turned his head to look at me just to have me lean up and kiss him. At first he did not move his lips probably out of surprise but after a moment he started to move his lips in sync with mine. I could see what he meant with fireworks and rockets red glare now. We had to pull apart because we started giggling when the guys started wolf whistling at us. I looked at them just to have Michael look fake hurt.

“And here I thought you loved me,” he said faking hurt, I smacked him on the shoulder lightly and he faked hurt even more.

“Now I’m glad it’s not me, watch out Luke looks like you are getting into an abusive relationship,” he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

Luke shrugged and kissed my temple putting his arm around me.

“Any other comments?” He asked and Ashton nodded.

“Yeah, Cal you owe me 50 bucks. “

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