towards downtown


Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.

Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110

It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            

The Broken Promise

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Cassian’s POV immediately following the last chapter’s incident.

“Can you believe all this snow?” Mor poked her head around the curtain from Rhysand’s living room window. “It’s going to be slick driving back home.”

“That’s why Cassian is going to be our chauffeur tonight,” Amren plucked a grape from the fruit platter.

“You better give me a tip then,” Cassian called from the kitchen. “My services don’t come cheap.” He winked and Amren flicked a grape at him in response.

“Hey now don’t go making a mess in my kitchen,” Rhysand walked forward with his arm around Feyre’s waist.

“Cassian you don’t need to clean all the dishes,” Feyre said noticing that her friend had practically washed every plate and pan used for their dinner.

Cassian shrugged. He needed something to pass the time and keep his mind off of Nesta. They haven’t spoken since the incident outside the restaurant when she was fired. Their parting words left a sour taste in Cassian’s mouth. He should have known that Nesta wouldn’t want to talk about her history with Tomas, but it still hurt that she didn’t trust him enough to open up.

“Come sit down on the couch,” Azriel said holding up a game controller. “I want to see if you can still hold your own in that racing game.”

The double-edged sword of the inner circle was that everyone knew everyone else’s business. They knew when something was bothering one of them. Cassian was incredibly thankful for his friends, but he felt terrible knowing that his friends were trying to put forth a not-so-subtle effort to make him feel better.

Cassian played along though. No sense in moping around when he should be enjoying himself.

“Hold my own? Azriel you’re about to have your ass handed to you,” Cassian left the kitchen and sat beside his friend on the couch in front of the large screen TV. They each grabbed a controller and began their friendly competition. All the while shoving each other to try and get the lead.

“Boys and their toys,” Mor laughing at how Cassian and Azriel reacted when one of them passed the other person’s car in the game.

The group watched them play a couple rounds before Amren decided to join in. The trio fixated on the screen. Trying to out maneuver their opponents. Somehow Amren always ended up taking the win in the final lap of each game.

“You are cheating,” Cassian said as he tried to pass Amren on the track, but she was always just ahead. “I don’t know how. But you are.”

“Can’t keep up Cassian?” Amren smiled in triumphant. Not at the game, but at getting Cassian riled up and pulling him out of his depressed stupor.

“You’re about to eat my dust!” Cassian exclaimed and went to pass Amren’s virtual pink car on the screen when the finish line was in sight.

At that moment he heard Feyre’s phone ringing as Amren scored another victory. Cassian and Azriel claimed that she had to have cheated in some way, but Amren merely examined her nails in disinterest.

Faintly Cassian could hear Feyre greeting Elain on the phone.

“Let’s have another round,” Azriel said. “This time on a different course.”

Amren shrugged. “It won’t make a difference. I’ll still beat you both even if you had a lap head start.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Cassian wasn’t about to lose again.

 In the kitchen Rhysand and Feyre stood together as Feyre reached for her cellphone in her back pocket.

“Need a moment?” Rhysand nodded to her phone revealing that Elain was the caller.

“Yea, but I promise to be quick.” Feyre glanced at her friends on the couch who were starting a new game. Cassian and Azriel’s determined faces were almost comical next to Amren’s bored expression. “Make sure they don’t go into a fit of road rage on the couch.”

Rhysand chuckled and gave Feyre a brief kiss on the cheek. “Will do darling.” He sauntered over to the couch and stood watching the game with idle interest.

Feyre turned her attention back to her phone. She answered the call and put it to her ear. “Hello Elain?”

“Feyre,” Elain hiccupped on the other end of the line. The tone of her voice sounded hoarse as if she had been crying. Feyre’s stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right.

“Elain what’s wrong?” Feyre asked calmly. From the living room she saw Rhysand glance back at her in concern.

“Feyre she’s hurt – I shouldn’t have let her go and they won’t let me see her!” Elain sobbed into the phone and Feyre could barely catch all the words.

“Slow down Elain and take a deep breath,” Feyre directed. “Who’s hurt?”

“Nesta,” Elain began to cry harder. “She went to fill out job applications and she was supposed to call me when she got to the Thai restaurant, but never did.” Elain heaved in a shaky breath. “I got a call saying she had been – oh Feyre I don’t know how badly hurt she is and the doctors won’t tell me!”

“Elain tell me where you are,” Feyre’s face must have revealed her worry, because Rhysand began walking back toward her.

“I’m at West Side Memorial Hospital in the Emergency Room waiting area,” Elain choked out.

“Okay I am on my way right now,” Feyre went to grab her purse. Amren, Azriel, Cassian and Mor noticed what she was doing.

“Are you leaving so soon?” Mor asked from her spot beside Azriel.

Feyre shot a quick glance at Rhysand. His hand reached for hers and provided an anchor in the midst of what Elain had just told her.

She then looked to Cassian. His eyes that were once bright with laughter slowly shifted. Dread seeped in as if he realized something terrible had occurred.

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First Date

Summary: The reader is getting ready for a first date with a man she met online but her brothers, Sam and Dean, seem to be trying everything they can think of to ruin her evening.

Pairings/Characters: Sister!Reader x Marcus (OMC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1553

Warnings: lots of fluff, Sam and Dean being overprotective big brothers, some cursing

A/N: This was written for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer 1K/2K Sammy Says Challenge!  ‘Grats to you both on the milestones!  My prompt was Sam’s line from The Real Ghostbusters “we have guns and we’ll find you” and it’s bolded in the fic.  I know I told you it was going to be a genfic and it looks like it’s a OMC fic, but it’s really not in the end, I promise.

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Late Night Tableau

We live in the middle of downtown Minneapolis. The main street for nightlife is Hennepin Ave. This is two blocks away, but on the opposite side of the building from our apartment, so we don’t see or hear much from there.

We do, however, look right over the Downtown Cabaret. This is a *ahem* gentlemen’s club. I kind of like having it there now that we know the bouncers. It makes me feel better on the late night dog walks to know they’re keeping an eye on me and Goofy. There’s a private balcony for the dancers to smoke and they always comment on Goofy’s snazzy coats in the winter.

Today was one of the first summery weather days. This, together with all the Prince stuff around First Ave, means the city has been hopping all day. It’s currently 1:20am and I’m watching the crawl of drunk men moving from Hennepin towards the Downtown Cabaret. It’s a much larger group than usual. I hope they tip Goofy’s fan club well.

Hell and Silence || Chapter Six


Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Drinking

Word Count: 5,002

Authors Note: Chapter Six! Horray! I know this chapter is considerable shorting than the proceeding ones, but it’s action packed. Hope you guys have been enjoying this so far… and what do you think of Derek and Vanessa? What’s going on with them? Well….

Chapter One     Chapter Two     Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five



I can’t believe I fucking brought up Isaac when she was about to go down on me. How stupid am I?

I feel like such a stereotypical horny guy thinking this- it’s selfish, really- but I can’t help thinking about Isaac’s words, telling me how amazing she is with that sarcastic mouth of hers. I was about to know just how good she really is, but I just had to bring up the boyfriend. Is it even about that, though? Cause I would have been perfectly fine just holding her in my arms for just a few minutes more. 

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Hired by BigHit: Dreams vs Reality- Part 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, [mentions of sex in later parts]

Summary: As a talented underground rapper, you’ve just become Bangtan’s new hiphop coach! What happens when you meet the boy who has big dreams of joining the rap line?

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 [END]

Hired by BigHit Series: Taehyung // Hoseok // Yoongi // Seokjin // Namjoon // Jungkook // Jimin

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Why Sergio *Sergio Ramos/Cristiano Ronaldo imagine*


“Y/N this is just sad how could you not know what to get your own husband for his birthday?” Ronda asked

I chuckled, “I don’t know I just never asked him before plus he never really says anything about it. “

Ronda shook her head, as we continued down the aisle. “What about this?” She asked pointing towards a mini gun

“Ronda, Sergio is a grown man-” 

She scoffed, “You sure about that?” 

We both burst out laughing, and moved on. “Yes actually I am sure about it” I said after we’d stopped laughing

In two days it was Sergio’s birthday and I being the late and probably the biggest procrastinator in the world, don’t know what to get him because I’ve pushed it off for so long so now here Ronda and I were looking around the store for something to get him.

We’d probably been to 10 stores today looking around, and you’d think that being married for two years you’d know what to get your husband on his birthday. “Hey Y/N tell me some things he likes to do” Ronda asked as she pushed the cart

“Um he likes soccer obviously, basketball, swimming, sleeping, Oh! He’s been into poker lately” I said 

Ronda stopped and clapped her hands, “Got it” She said

I raised an eyebrow, “And what exactly did you get?” I asked

She ushered for me to come closer to her, and the opened her phone pressing a whole bunch of letters and opening multiple pages. When she finally found the one she needed, she showed me her phone. “WOW how did I not think of this before” I asked looking at her

She smiled, “Well you didn’t list it out loud before, so let’s go pick it up and we’ll take it to the house” 

I nodded and we headed towards downtown. Once we had acquired Sergio’s brand new poker table which I was able to get it custom made last minute, and it didn’t take very long. When we made it back home Sergio wasn’t there and, there was a note on the table. “Look a note from the Husband” Ronda said picking it up and sitting on the stool 

“What does it say?”

Ronda cleared her throat and began reading, “Dear my beautiful amazing Wife,  and Ronda.-It’s so amazing that he knows I’ll be here” She said laughing

I chuckled, “Continue on” I said leaning against the counter top

“Right. Sorry love and Ronda, but I left with Karim, Marcelo, and Gareth to Zaragoza for a pre-birthday fun. I’ll be back on my birthday love Sergio”She ended

I chuckled, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t come home with a hangover” I said

~~~Sergio’s Birthday

“Y/N just get your ass down here and help me cover this crap”Ronda said from downstairs

I hurried down, and helped her cover the poker table. Since Sergio was coming home today, I made sure to get a few of his friends to come to the house to celebrate with us. And he’d just texted me about two hours ago saying he’ll be home at 1:20.

Currently it was 1:17, and I was getting really jittery inside. The people that I’d invited where here minus Cristiano who would be running a little late. I was in the kitchen when Ronda ran in almost busting her ass.

“He’s outside” She said smiling

I chuckled, and headed out just as he stepped out of the car. Marcelo smiled sending me a wave, “Mrs. Workaholic isn’t working today?Surprise” He joked

I chuckled, “Well I was able to get the most important day off besides my birthday” I said

The four of us headed inside, and Sergio smiled. “You do know you didn’t have to do all this right?” He asked 

I smiled, “Well I wanted to” I said

He chuckled, and bent down placing a kiss on my lips. “And look Ronda’s here too” Sergio said chuckling

Ronda smiled and gave him a hug, “Happy Birthday” She said

After a while Cristiaino finally came, and his eyes went directly to the cover poker table which Sergio had not yet take notice of. A smile on his face, “So I hope I’m getting one for my birthday” He said giving me a hug

I chuckled, “To add onto the big one you have at home?” 

He winked and said ‘Hi’ to the rest of the guys. “Alright so, what’d you get him for his birthday?” Marcelo asked

I smiled, and took Sergio’s hand in mine leading him over to the poker table that was covered. “Here you go” I said stepping back

Sergio raised an eyebrow towards me, “And what’s this?” 

“Your present open it” 

And open it he did, pulling off the covers his face lit up. “Babe where did you get this?” He asked touching it

I smiled, “We got it two days ago, you like it?” Ronda asked

“I love it” 

“Great now if you love it let’s play” Cristiano said

I chuckled at them, and Ronda and I went into the kitchen. 

The guys were stuck to the seats of that poker table and I mean literally, they were so concentrated you’d swear you were watching one of those poker matches on TV. I walked past them and sat down on the chair next to Ronda, “So Y/N why did you pick him?” Cristiano asked looking up from his cards

I looked over to him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean why did you marry Sergio?”

Ronda, and Marcelo both chuckled, while Gareth, Ricky, and Karim started laughing. “Not this again” Sergio said

“What I’m serious?Y/N, you could’ve been married to me and have Ronaldo instead of Ramos as your last name” He said

I chuckled, “Well Cristiano if you wold like to know why she picked me over you, let’s think about age” Sergio said

Now that had everyone dying, “Sergio!” I said

Cristiano put his hand up, “That’s right let’s think about age, you’re 29 a little boy and I’m 30 a man” Cristiano said

I laughed, “You’re only a year apart you’re both babies” I said

Cristiano scoffed, “Don’t worry Y/N my door is always open whenever you want to just ‘walk into’ my room” He said winking

I shook my head at him, “I’m good” 

Cristiano winked, “She’ll come soon enough” 

Sergio turned towards, me and smiled. “Love you Y/N” He said

I smiled, and placed a kiss on his lips. “I love you too”

Cristiano scoffed, “You could’ve been with me” 

Safe -  TJP One Shot

As the thunder and lightening went crazy outside of the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend TJ Your heart began to beat faster as each clap of thunder and the wind caused the tree branches to bang against the windows causing loud bangs.. You weren’t afraid of much, spiders and snakes and bugs you could handle, You are okay with heights but storms freaked you out not to mention being alone in this apartment in Florida and the fact that TJ  was supposed to be flying home tonight but the weather stopped the flight from Atlanta to Orlando earlier in the night..

“I’m scared…” You said into the phone as you were on FaceTime with TJ as he sat in the airport in Atlanta earlier in the night before the storm started to get as bad as it was at the current moment
“I know.. I’m sorry babe, I’m trying everything I can to get there..” He said and the thunder was getting louder which caused tears to escape your eyes “You’re gonna be fine..” He said “I’ll be there as soon as I can…” He said  

You sat on the couch with blankets over your head 4 hours after talking to TJ and listened to the weather man warning people to stay inside and not be on the roads in fear that they could be washed away by the water that was now over the roads, The weatherman said the winds were now reaching upwards of 75 MPH which was damaging to houses, You didn’t want to come out from under the blankets but when you heard the door being opened you  shot up from under the blanket to see if the wind had pushed it opened but you immediately began to cry when you saw TJ walk in and lock the door dropping his bags to the floor, he was soaked from the heavy rain
and he made his way to the couch pulling you up into his chest, You didn’t care that you would now be soaked all you cared about was being safe in his arms
“Shh.. It’s okay.. I’m here..” TJ said kissing the top of your head
“How did you get here?” You asked
“Don’t worry about it, I got here that’s all that matters..” He said and you nodded before hearing the tornado sirens go off outside and you looked at the tv to see the weather man was now trying to remain calm as he did his broadcast
“It has been reported, a tornado is on the ground heading towards downtown Orlando, If you are in the Orlando area take shelter now!” He said and You began shaking
“It’s okay..”TJ said as he went to the kitchen grabbing water from the fridge “Go in the bedroom and grab blankets and pillows and your phone and laptop charger”  he said and You nodded doing what You were told, Yes You were an adult but when it comes to storms You turn into a little kid again

You went down stairs to the tiny basement that TJ had turned into a home gym and You plugged your phones and your computer into charge as You brought up the broadcast online and made a fort out of blankets and pillows
“Why do I smell popcorn?” You asked as TJ came down the stairs closing the door behind him with a bowl
“Because I made popcorn” He said sitting next to You “Are you okay?” He asked
“No… What if we die here?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes
“We’re not gonna die..” He said
“We might!” You said panicking
“We’re not!” He said sternly “Don’t even think like that” He said
“How? How do you know that?” You asked and nothing could have prepared you for what he said next
“Because, I refuse to die without accomplishing everything I’ve ever wanted” He said
“You have accomplished everything you’ve ever wanted to do” You said and he shook his head
“Professionally yes, I have accomplished everything but personally I haven’t, I want to marry you, I want to start a family with you, I want to spend the rest of my life being your husband and making you happy and making sure you are our kids are happy and healthy and safe, So no I’m not going anywhere and neither are you because we still have a lot left to do in our lives” He said pulling you into kiss him, the fear that you once were consumed by had now subsided and you were relaxed and you finally felt safe in his arms

Today, I fucked up... by volunteering for a fundraiser half marathon without knowing the run route

Last Saturday I volunteered to be a worker for a half marathon race fundraiser. After I checked in I was driven to the last water point, at a T intersection about 2 km from the finish, so I was told. But I was told nothing else and I asked no further questions.

Within 15 minutes a pack of very fast runners begin to approach. Their leader yelled to me “Which way?” Well, I had no fucking idea. I could either guess left or right. But, the road they were to turn on was a one-way road. So I directed them in the direction of the one-way, towards downtown. I had a 50-50 chance of directing them in the correct direction. I guessed wrong.

For the next 30 minutes or so I directed runners in the wrong direction until one of the race organizers drove by and caught me in the middle of directing another group downtown. We spent the next hour sending vans downtown finding runners and bringing them back like lost kids at a park.

TL;DR I directed the first 40-60 half-marathoners in a race in the wrong direction (when they were 2km from the finish) causing them to run around aimlessly.

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Imagine #15- Patrick Kane *Requested*

“PKane to the rescue”

Your brother had three kids, three little kids, and needed a babysitter for the weekend, so that job fell to you. He had a 6, 4, and a 1 year old, all boys, you loved them dearly but it was a lot to handle on your own, “Hey Patrick!” you say happily into your phone, “What’s up (Y/N)?” “Not much just trying to be a good aunt but it’s a lot-” just as you were getting that out you heard a knock on your door. You go to open it and see your boyfriend standing there, “What’re you doing here?” you say pulling him into a hug, “I came to rescue you, I’m pretty great with kids” he says with a smirk. You bring him into the living room and introduce him to your nephews. “WOW you really are Patrick Kane!” the 6 year old Cameron bursts out, “Yep and you must be Cameron, and you must be Adam he says looking at the 4 year old, and this must be little baby Noah”. You were in awe of how easily the kids were talking to him and how well he was able to talk to them, “We were gonna go get some lunch would you like to come?” you say smiling at Patrick. “Yeah I wanna come but only if they’re gonna come to” which causes Cameron and Adam to cheer.

You walk downtown towards a local pizza shop, Patrick pushed Noah’s stroller while you held Cameron and Adam’s hands. At lunch you order a pizza and settle into a booth towards the back of the small shop. And Patrick picks right back up talking to the boys, “So you guys hockey players?” Cameron is quick to answer, “We both do well obviously Noah doesn’t and we play baseball too!” “Oh yeah I love baseball!” Patrick says smiling, “Maybe we can go over to the park after this and throw a baseball around, only if it’s okay with your Aunt (Y/N) of course?” “I think that would be okay” you say with a smile. The pizza arrives and everyone grabs their slices and you pull out some of Noah’s baby food to feed him. When everyone’s done eating Patrick goes up to pay the check and you get the boys cleaned up and ready to go.

When you go to the park you took Noah and the stroller over to a bench where you could watch Patrick and the other boys throw around a baseball. It made you so happy to see Patrick getting along so well with your nephews. After about an hour Patrick and the boys came back over to where you were sitting with a now sleeping Noah, “We were wondering if ice cream would also be acceptable? Need your approval first” you laugh, “I suppose we can stop for ice cream along our walk home”. “Aunt (Y/N) you’re the BEST and we LOVE Patrick so much don’t ever break up with please okay” Cameron says to you, making you both laugh and blush. “Awh nah I think Patrick is a keeper so you’re good they’ll be many more baseball catches to come”, “Yeah next time I see you guys we’re gonna have to get you on some skates!” Patrick says, which for probably for the hundredth time that day, makes the boys cheer. On the walk home you do stop to get ice cream and by the time you get home your brother is there to pick the boys up. “Thanks (Y/N) I really appreciate it” your brother says to you, “Anytime we had a lot of fun Patrick and the boys really get along well” you say while you both look over at Patrick who is now saying his goodbyes to the boys and giving hugs.

After they all left you and Patrick went to cuddle on the couch, “That was a lot of fun today (Y/N) you’re really good with the boys” “Yeah right they loved you!” Patrick gives you a warm smile, “I can’t wait for when we have our own kids” you blush lean in to give him a kiss, you couldn’t wait for that day either.

THURSDAY'S | Jai x Reader

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“Y/N? Will you clean one of the espresso machines for me?”

“You got it, boss.” You unscrewed the top of the steam wand and plopped it into a big pitcher. Putting in a tablet of the espresso cleaner, you ran some hot water into the pitcher. A man stepped up to the counter as you were doing so. “I’ll be with you in a minute, sir.” You put the uncovered steam wand in the pitcher and pressed the “latte” button for it to clean the steamer.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, walking over to the counter.

He was gorgeous. He was wearing a black athletic t-shirt, his muscles pulsing through it. His five o’clock shadow made you want to touch it. You kept yourself together as he spoke in a thick, sexy accent.

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Request & idea by shhhh-me: You’re an athlete; you and Harry are dating and his friends make fun of your weight and he goes along with them.

November 2015: Brooklyn, New York

Right. Left. Right. Duck. Left Hook. Oh shit!

“Oh and Missy lands one right on Y/N’s head!” The announcer yells.

Fuck. Come on Y/N. You can do this.

Left. Right. Duck. Duck. Left. Right. Oh shit, that was close.

One more… She has a weakness. 

Duck. Hard Right Uppercut.

“And Missy is on the ground!”

Now that was a damn good punch.

“3…2…1… AND THE WINNER IS Y/F/N Y/L/N! STILL CLAIMING HER UNDEFEATED TITLE OF WOMEN’S BOXING!” The announcer grabbed Y/N’s left hand and held it up, slowly turning her victoriously.

She spat out the black mouth guard into her other hand and was soon jumped on by her coach.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!” Her couch shouted as he shook and hugged her sweaty, sore body.

Her mouth was still full of blood, so she looked at Cassie, her water girl who also idolized her and Cassie held up the bucket in her hand for Y/N to spit the blood that had pooled in her mouth.

After a quick interview and a dozen congratulations, Y/N stepped out of the ring and headed towards the locker room as hundreds of hands were waved in her face for handshakes but thank God for security guards.

“Y/N! Y/N!” A familiar Irish voice caught her attention above the thousands of people that were screaming and cheering.

Y/N turned around to see one of her best friends with the biggest smile on his face as he rushed towards her, she nodded at her body guards to let him through.

“Niall! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She wrapped her arms around her friend and he embraced her, not caring about the sweat that was getting on his clothes.

“Of course I wasn’t going to miss it! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t make it to my best friend’s championship fight?!” He grinned as he walked with her into the locker room, his arm draped over her shoulder.

“Well I knew you guys had work, so I didn’t mind!” She nodded as she wiped the sweat from the forehead with the back of her hand.

Before they had a chance to walk into the locker room, Y/N’s coach had pulled her to the side, going over the logistics of the money she had just made from winning the fight and how ESPN wants to interview her after she showered and changed, among other networks.

Niall followed her and sat down on the bench as she picked up her white duffel bag with the familiar gold check mark and grabbed a set of brand new clothes that were given to her by Nike. 

Niall and Y/N had been best friends for about 7 years now. She knew him before he was even on The X Factor but then a coach had found her and trained her and after she won a few amateur matches in Europe, Nike wanted her in America to sponsor and train her in their state of the art facility in New York. After Niall made it through The X Factor UK auditions and was placed in One Direction, she had flown back to support him during the finals. When they lost, she was there, comforting him through it all, promising that this was just the beginning for him, knowing that Niall was way too talented for his dream to end just because of some show that didn’t know how to appreciate his talent.

She was absolutely right, soon after they had lost, Simon Cowell had signed them and then they became the biggest boy-band on the planet a year later.

She met Louis and Liam first during a get-together that Niall had hosted in London about 4 years ago, then Zayn almost a year after that; they all loved her and treated her like a sister. Louis and her had the same taste in music and were seen at concerts together from time to time; Liam thought she was amazing for the fact that she was a boxer, she and Liam even went at each other few times in the ring together and she taught him a few things that even his personal trainers couldn’t. Zayn loved her for the fact that she wasn’t like all the other girls that constantly surrounded them, she was independent, strong and she didn’t care about what anyone said about her nor took any shit from anyone.

She hadn’t formally met Harry until just about two years ago and they hit it off right away. The attraction between them was undeniable and nothing could stop them from being together, not even their Irish best friend. They brought out a different side of each other, one that neither of the boys have seen and they thought that she was really great for Harry, perfect for him. They all supported it, hell, Louis and Zayn might have even had something to do with making their first date happen.

Almost a year after they started seeing each other, Harry finally admitted in an interview with Chatty Man that he was officially with Y/N, the youngest woman boxer and three time national champion. Since then, they have had to work around their busy schedules and make time for each other whenever they could, but to Y/N it wasn’t a big deal because Harry was worth it to her. It had only been a few months since they went public, but they both tried their best to not let the rest of the world affect their relationship.

“Harry wanted to be here and he apologizes that he had meetings all day today that kept him from coming,” Niall hummed as he drummed his fingers against the wooden bench.

“That’s alright! I’m going to fly to L.A. with you tomorrow to see him.” She stuck her tongue out and stepped around him and into the shower.

Niall had to raise his voice when Y/N turned on the water, “Oh really?! I didn’t know that!” He lied, knowing damn well Harry had planned a surprise party for her.

“Yeah, totally last minute!” She craned her neck away from the water and shouted, “We both decided this last night… he felt guilty for not being able to come to my match today!”

Niall pulled out his phone and replied to the messages from his friends as he shouted back at Y/N, “Oh okay! Well wheels up at 4 in the afternoon tomorrow! We’ll be in L.A. by 7pm!”

Y/N didn’t answer Niall, she just finished showering so that she could get going to her interviews and then out with her best friend.

- - - - -

“Y/N! How does it feel to win and defend your National Champion title for the fourth year in a row?” The interviewer asked her.

“It’s unbelievable! I honestly thought she had me for a second tonight but I kept telling myself that I worked hard for this and I wasn’t going to go down without giving it my all, which I did.” She smiled as she spoke into his microphone.

“Congratulations again, do you think you’ll continue fighting next year?” He asked.

“Yeah of course! Boxing is my passion.” She nodded.

“This year you were undefeated, what did you do differently to have that happen?”

“I guess I trained harder this past year and I was completely devoted, 120 percent.” She explained with a smile.

“So being in a relationship hasn’t hindered your career at all?” He challenged her. She knew that they were going to work her relationship with Harry into this; ever since they became official publicly, eyes have been on her more than ever. She was now known as Harry Styles’ Boxer Girlfriend, which irritated her because she knew she was so much more than that.

“No, of course not. Why would it? Harry’s very supportive of my career.” She cleared her throat and looked over and Niall who was waiting for her to finish her interview.

“Do you think if Harry was here tonight, it would’ve distracted you?” He continued.

She was very annoyed at this point but she had to maintain her composure, “No. He has been to a few of my matches this year and it didn’t affect me. When I’m in the ring, nothing matters but me and my opponent. I don’t let anything else bother me, I stay focused.”

After a few more questions and another interview, and she tugged her peacoat close to her body and followed Niall and his security team out to his suburban, as they were bombarded by paparazzi, then headed off to Manhattan to celebrate her victory.

- - - - - 

Los Angeles, California

“How is it not even cold here when it’s November?!” Y/N asked Niall as they both stepped off the jet, dressed and ready for dinner which Niall said they would be meeting Harry at the SoHo House.

“It’s crazy right? Probably why Harry is here all the time when we are on break, he doesn’t care for the cold!” Niall chuckled as they waited for his security to load their luggage into the Range Rover Niall had rented for the weekend.

After they thanked everyone, Niall and Y/N hopped in the car and drove away from the airport with Niall’s security team following behind them in a van.

“You look great by the way! Harry’s going to shoot his load!” Niall snickered.

“You are fucking disgusting Niall.” Y/N punched Niall lightly which made him flinch.

“Oy! I need my arm! I play the guitar you know?! I can’t handle a punch like you can!” He shouted as he continued driving and playfully rubbed his bicep.

“Oh shut up Niall! You use to be my punching bag before you became ‘Niall Horan from One Direction!’” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Yeah well now you have other people to be your punching bag!” He turned on the radio and let the music fill the car as they headed towards downtown L.A.

“Why are we going to Harry’s house? You said we were meeting him at the restaurant… That’s why we had to get ready on the damn plane.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together as she fidgeted with the lace from her black dress.

“I have to pick up Louis and Zayn. They need a ride because Harry apparently left them at his house since Zayn took too long to get ready,” Niall shrugged as they turned into the familiar neighborhood.

“Oh…kay? That doesn’t seem like Harry to not wait for his friends…” She licked her lips, “Niall James Horan, do you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me?!”

Niall shot her an innocent and confused look, “What are you talking about?”

When they turned into Harry’s house, Niall pushed the four number code into the padlock to open the gate.

“Why are we here Niall?” Y/N asked again.

“I told-”

“You’re lying.” She cut him off in a dry tone.

Niall didn’t say another word until he parked his Range Rover in the front of Harry’s house that was eerily dark.

“Come on Y/N.”

“Why do I have to go in? I’ll just wait in the car.” She tested him.

“Can you stop being so damn stubborn and just come with me? You know I hate going into places alone.” Niall whined as he opened his door and stepped down from the car.

This was true. Niall was never the type to ever go somewhere by himself for as long as she had known him. But this was even odd for Niall, he was just going into Harry’s house to get Louis and Zayn.

“Fine!” She unbuckled her seat belt and stepped down from the car and followed Niall up the steps. Without even knocking, Niall opened the front door and let himself in and she followed close behind.

“Niall why is the-”


The entire living room lit up and there were at least 50 people shouting, cheering, shooting confetti and blowing noisemakers; the song ‘All I Do is Win’ was playing the background which all together scared the hell out of Y/N, causing her to nearly fall backwards in her heels if Niall wasn’t standing next to her to catch her.

“What is all this?!” Y/N had one hand covering her mouth as she scanned the room to find Harry standing in the middle of everyone with two glasses in his hand and a huge smile plastered on his face.

“This is my surprise party for you! My way of saying ‘sorry’ for missing your fight and congratulating you on defending your title!” Harry walked over towards Y/N and handed her a glass and placed a kiss on her lips, causing everyone to whoop and holler.

“Thank you… for all of this! You’re the best Harry!” She grinned.

“You knew didn’t you?” Y/N looked at Niall who just shrugged and walked off to grab a drink.

Harry introduced Y/N to a few of his friends that she hadn’t met before, such as Nadine Leopold, Sara Sampaio, Chelsea Handler and Sebastian Stan, who was in town shooting a movie, and a few other movie stars that she was a little surprised was even there.

After a few minutes of small talk Y/N went to find her favorite people: Liam, Louis, Zayn and Sophia, who were drinking with Niall in the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Louis wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight hug, “I wish I could’ve seen your fight in person! I was watching it on the telly and damn! The way you knocked her to the ground! Shit! I really wish I could’ve been there!”

“Congratulations babe, you are bloody amazing!” Zayn was next.

Sophia wrapped her arms around Y/N, “Please teach me how to box!”

“Soph! I’ve been trying to get you to do it with me for years!” Liam pouted.

“Yeah but Y/N’s a pro…” Sophia teased him.

“I can teach you any time you want Sophia.” Y/N grinned.

Liam was the last to give her a hug before they all began to grab a plate and start helping themselves to the enormous amount of food that Harry had ordered for the party.

“Excuse me guys, I have to go say ‘hi’ to some people I recognize! Be right back,” Y/N whispered with a big grin on her face as she tiptoed off with her plate of food to mingle with James, Jeff and Glenne.

- - - - -

As Y/N was about to turn around the corner after using the one of the many restrooms Harry had, she heard a few voices that she really didn’t recognize and one that was all too familiar.

“She’s a bit big for your taste Harry,” One of the voices said.

Y/N slowly peaked her head from behind the wall to see that it was Nadine and Sara that was sitting with Harry on the couch of his second living room, talking.

“What?” Harry’s turned his head away from the telly that was replaying Y/N’s fight from last night.

“Your girlfriend. She’s got quiet a bit of meat on her bones… compared too…” Sara trailed off as she looked at Nadine and smirked.

Harry and Nadine had a very brief fling once upon a time, Y/N knew, but she didn’t care when he told her about it. He said there were absolutely nothing between them anymore and gave her his word on it, so she trusted him.

Y/N felt her stomach drop. 

Are these the kinds of people Harry hangs out with in L.A.? 

Nadine and Sara let out a quiet chuckle and looked at Harry who was debating on what to say.

“Oh come on Harry, you have got to admit… she’s bigger all your other exes. Taylor was basically a twig!” Nadine laughed.

Y/N had never, ever been the type who cares about her size or weight, it never bothered her because she was confident in herself. But in that moment, listening to his friends comment on her size, she felt insecure.

She wrapped her arms around her body and leaned against the wall; she knew she shouldn’t continue listening but she couldn’t help it. 

“Yeah… you guys are right, she is a bit thicker…” Harry’s voice surprised her, she didn’t think he was going to actually agree with them. She stood there motionless and numb, his voice seemed louder than even the music that was blaring in the other room as it rung in her ears.

“She’s so… muscular… her legs are even thicker than mine.” Harry chuckled.

“And her arms!” Sara pointed out.

“How does she not hurt you when you two are fucking?” Nadine crassly asked which made Sara burst into laughter. 

‘What absolute bitches’, Sophia thought.

Little did anyone know, Sophia was listening behind the other wall, on the other side of the room and felt very disappointed in Harry. She bit her bottom lip in anger, afraid that she was going to step out and say something so she hurried off to find the two people she knew that could do something about it, hoping that Y/N wouldn’t hear about their conversation but it was already too late.

Y/N couldn’t listen anymore, she pushed herself off the wall and went straight back into the bathroom and cried. She felt her heart shatter as Harry’s words kept replaying in her ears.

How could he? How could he say those things about her? 

Why didn’t he defend her? Why would he let his “friends” talk about her that way?

Why the fuck was he hanging out with people like that? That’s not the Harry she knew.

Millions of thoughts were racing through Y/N’s mind, all their memories of them laying in bed together and Harry telling her how perfect, beautiful, lovely or gorgeous she was; or when Harry would take her hand randomly and kiss the top of it, telling her how wonderful she was and how he was so lucky to have her.

Where was that Harry?

She wondered where was the Harry that was so excited to bring her home to meet his parents and older sister whom he loved, or the Harry that didn’t care if she didn’t wear make-up and threw on sweats when they went out together.

Tears continued to stream down her face as she sat on the floor of the bathroom, her back against the door feeling more insecure than she ever has before.

“HE SAID WHAT?!” Niall growled.

“What the fuck? Curly? Curly fuckin’ said that about Y/N?!” Louis slammed his drink down on the counter.

“Shhh! I don’t want Y/N to know…” Sophia held her finger up to her mouth.

“Where the fuck is he? I’m going to fuckin’ kill him!” Niall roared.

“Niall, Louis, calm down… don’t cause a scene…” Liam stopped the two of them from leaving the kitchen.

“Liam, you even know that’s beyond fucked up for him to say and it’s about his own girlfriend. We can all agree that she’s fit as hell.” Zayn scratched his beard.

“Of course it’s fucked up but not in front of everyone.” Liam glanced around the dining room to make sure no one was listening.

“To hell with him! I’m going to kick his arse-” Niall quickly finished the beer in his hand and slammed his cup on the table and wiped the remnants off his mouth with the back of his hand, “My best friend! I’ll show him!”

Niall pushed Liam out of his way with Louis following close behind.

“Oh shit…” Liam shook his head as Sophia laced her hand in his.

“You know you don’t want to miss this…” Zayn chuckled as he motioned for them to follow.

“You fucking wanker!” Niall picked up Harry by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall when they finally found him, still in the second living room.

Nadine and Sara both shrieked as they watched in disbelief as Niall and Louis pinned Harry against the wall.

“You girls should leave.” Zayn narrowed his eyes at them as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the opposite wall. 

The both of them scrambled to their feet and raced out of the room, their heels loudly clicking against the wooden floor.

“What the hell are you two doing?!” Harry’s eyes were wide with confusion.

“I ought to kill you Styles! How dare you call my best friend fat!” Niall shouted.

“Shhhhh! Niall!” Liam’s voice echoed through the room with Sophia standing next to him.

“I did- I didn’t call her fat!” Harry voice wavered.

“Then did you call her thick? Big?” Louis was the one growling this time, “What the fuck Harold?”

“Can you guys get off me and let me explain? Fuck!” Harry looked down at Niall’s and Louis’ arms which were shoved against his chest, hurting him.

Both of them slowly backed themselves off of him and Harry straightened out his shirt.

“I only said it because the girls were making such a big deal about it, I didn’t actually mean it.” Harry explained.

“Who the fuck cares if you actually meant it or not? It’s the fact that you said it! What the hell would you have done if Y/N heard you?” Niall scolded him.

“But she didn’t-”

“But what if she did!?” Louis interjected.

“God what kind of people- why would you even let them say that about your girlfriend? MY best friend!” Niall shook his head.

“I’m sorry Niall, I didn’t think anyone heard.” Harry said quietly, feeling guilty.

“Well you better fucking pray Y/N doesn’t because she can actually beat you into a pulp!” Louis spat before he turned around and walked away.

“That was not cool mate.” Zayn sighed before he followed Louis outside for a smoke.

- - - - -

No one could find Y/N for the rest of the evening. Eventually after about an hour, she came out of the bathroom and snuck upstairs into Harry’s room.

She looked at her phone to see five missed calls from Niall, one from Louis and dozens of messages from Harry. She tucked her phone back into her purse and grabbed one of the few duffel bags she had there and began packing all of the clothes, purses, jewelry and shoes that she had left at his house throughout the year they’ve been together.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice made her freeze as she made her way through her- no- his drawers.

“Y/N? I’ve been looking everywhere for you- what are you doing?” Harry walked up behind her and grabbed her hand but she quickly pulled it away.

“Don’t touch me.” She slowly said.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, not really sure what was happening.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she knew that if she did say anything at this point she was going to break down, so she kept packing all of her clothes into one of the duffel bags that was open on his bed.

“Y/N! Please talk to me!” 

She didn’t want to talk to him, she wanted to get the hell away from him.

Harry grabbed both of her shoulders and forced her to look at him but as soon as their eyes connect she burst into tears.

“Y/N…. what…” Harry was shocked.

“You!” She pounded her fist against his chest, “How could you? After everything? Why even throw me this party Harry? Why even celebrate my victory?” She shouted as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, she was still completely shocked by the conversation she overhead but this was the first time she was vocal about it.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” Harry wrapped his hands around her wrist to stop her from hitting him.

“If I’m so fucking THICK why the hell are you even WITH ME?!” She finally shouted and Harry froze.

All the color drained from his face as he heard her yell, his heart even felt like it had stop beating as he now understood why she was in pain. She heard them, she heard him.

Harry couldn’t move, he tried to say something but as his lips parted to apologize, nothing came out. He felt pathetic. He never expected for her to hear him and his friends.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore Harry!” She cried as she turned around and went into his closet to pull the rest of her clothes off the hangers and threw them into the duffel bag that was almost full.

“Y/N… I-”

“DO NOT SAY SORRY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!” She bellowed as she gave him a dirty look.

Harry felt his heart breaking knowing that she was packing HER things, his eyes looked down at all of her belongings that was sprawled across his bed.

“Y/N please, look at me… let me explain-”

“NO! There’s nothing for you to explain! I can’t believe you! Who are you to let your so called ‘friends’ talk shit about me and instead of defending me, you agree with them?! What kind of boyfriend are you? If my weight was such an issue then why the fuck even date me in the first place?!”

Y/N began zipping up one of her duffel bags that was now fully stuffed with clothes and texted Niall to come pick her up.

“No- Y/N… it’s not an issue, I love you-”

“Don’t! You do not love me Harry Styles because if you did, you wouldn’t have said those things, you asshole!” She grabbed the other duffel bag and began stuffing her shoes, purses, a gold pair of boxing gloves that she bought to match Harry’s when they sparred at his house, and a few other things.

“Y/N I didn’t mean any of it! I don’t even know why I said it!” Harry pleaded as he tried to stop her from packing and made her look at him.

“Fuck you! I don’t care if you didn’t mean it! It’s the fact that you said it! You know-” She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face, “I never understood why Louis and Zayn didn’t like you going to L.A. all the time but NOW I get it!”

She shook her head, “These PEOPLE you hang out with- what the fuck Harry? Why the hell are you even friends with people like that?!”

“I don’t know…” Harry honestly didn’t. He had met half of them through parties he was invited to and eventually they started inviting him out everywhere.

Y/N removed herself from Harry’s grip and zipped up the second duffel bag. She bent over, pulled both the straps from the bags over each shoulder and it wasn’t until she grabbed her purse that she felt something bounce on her neck.

She grabbed the necklace that rested around her neck and yanked it off, breaking the chain. It was a gift that Harry had bought her on the day they went public, saying that she was his and only his.

Tears continued streaming down her face when she roughly grabbed his hand and dropped the white-gold chain and diamond heart pendant in his hand. Harry felt his heart shatter when he realized what it was as the cold metal touched his skin and looked into her red eyes.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his voice shaking as tears fell down his face and his hand closed, “Please don’t do this Y/N.” 

“I don’t deserve to be treated that way. Bye Harry.” She sniffled before she walked around him and out of the room.

It took Harry a minute to finally gather himself together. He stuffed the chain in his pocket as his feet moved to chase after her and by the time he had fled downstairs and out the front door, Y/N was closing the door to the backseat of Niall’s car and opened the door to the passenger side.

“Y/N! Wait! Please!” Harry said out of breath as he raced up to her and wrapped his arms around her.

She was sobbing at this point and Harry felt his stomach drop seeing her cry like that, he actually had never ever seen her cry like this before and knowing that it was because of him made him feel even worst.

“I’m done Harry.” She simply said after she calmed down and tore away from his embrace.

“Please Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Harry pleaded as he attempted to lace his hands in hers.

“No,” She gently retracted her arms hands from his, “You know what Harry? I take beatings for a living but nothing has ever hurt me more than hearing you talk about me that way.”

“Y/N…” Harry felt like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. He hated himself so much for what he said, for hurting the only girl he has ever loved, all because he wanted to seem cool to his stupid friends.

“Goodbye Harry.” Y/N climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door.

Niall didn’t even look at Harry, he just reversed out of the driveway, hit the gas and peeled off down the street, disappointed in his best mate.

Harry dragged himself back into his now empty house, closed the door and stood there motionless for a moment.

After a while he slid down with his back against the door as he struggled with his breathing. It hurt to breathe, his lung felt like they were going to collapse because she was gone. His felt his heart crumble as tears began streaming down his face, he couldn’t even see clearly in front of him anymore. Everything was hurting.

He realized that he was alone, really alone.

He lost the only thing that made him feel whole.

He lost her.

- - - - - - - - -

Part 2 :: I Need You Like a Heart Needs a Beat

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anonymous asked:

Random prompt: "oh... You're a guy?"

As if it wasn’t obvious from his profile picture.

Arthur corrected the collar of his shirt - chequered, with a red bow tie to match today’s colour, Wednesday, which in his mind had always been scarlet - and cleared his throat. He used the pause to come up with a snappy reply. He was expected to. He had seen enough MadTV in his youth to know all the good lines. Yet, when confronted with Alfred, his mind seemed to go blank.

Perhaps it was being compared to a woman which in itself wasn’t an insult and yet, coming from Alfred, probably was meant to be. Perhaps it was because he ordered his coffee without bailey. Or whiskey. Or something stronger.

He licked his lips and, placing his palms flat onto the table, spoke, “Yes.” He fumbled for a cigarette. He knew well the pause warranted something more, but he didn’t add to the sentence. Instead, he did everything but shoot a nervous glare at Alfred.

Alfred sat like Alfreds sit - you know, the jocks you know from school who become bigger jocks as men, stealing three seats on the train by spreading their legs so wide that had they been women, some cop would’ve charged them with indecent exposure. But they’re not women, so they’re not charged with anything, just admired for their courage.

Alfred sat like that, legs spread and leaned back in his chair, casually, like he owned the Starbucks. Maybe he did, or maybe his dad did. Arthur had never pondered on the origin of Alfred’s fortune, but it showed - in the Gucci cap, the shiny Lamborghini, the real tan covering his body (I mean, fake tans are a sign of wealth too, but the small kind, the “I can’t afford another holiday in Thailand but I can afford another good spray, so bring it on!” Alfred didn’t do fake, only when it came to whitening his teeth. How American.)

“Oh,” Alfred replied.

“Yes,” Arthur repeated, in case he didn’t hear it the first time, and he sheltered his cigarette as he lit it. They were seated upstairs, right by the windows, and he tried waving the smoke outside. If he was discreet, maybe no employee would notice, and he would be left alone.

He had a feeling he already looked so pathetic no business would deny him a smoke to calm down.

“Didn’t you see the picture? The pictures?” he asked, stressing the plural. “Heck, I even had one of me wrapped in a rainbow flag at the last parade.”

“Dunno, just thought chicks dig colours.”

“Nice. Very nice, chicks, alright, I get it.” Arthur had a deep drag.

Alfred raised his brows. “You get what?”

“You’re one of those, you know, who call women chicks.”

“And you’re one of those, you know,” Alfred imitated and leaned forward, “gays.”

“I am.” Arthur blew out smoke and raised his brows too. The imitation game was on. “So?”

“So,” Alfred paused and leaned back again, “so nothing. I mean, here we are, on a date. And how well it is going.”

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>> We see that Lou [Gyllenhaal] is stealing cable TV … and he’s a product of this information he gets from his TV and Internet that teaches him how to behave as a human being.
>> [Dan Gilroy] wanted to put [Lou] up in the hills looking toward downtown in a relatively low-rent area with strong imagery different from what you see in most movies about Los Angeles.
Robert Elswit, Nightcrawler cinematographer [x]

anonymous asked:

hey could you write a fluffy kaisoo based on kyungsoo's remake mv for EXO's 90:2014? Whereby jongin is the kidnapper and soo ends up falling for jongin's cute entics? Pretty pls I really like all your fics and I've been reading them for sometime already^^ thank you so much!!

THIS IS SO SO LATE I’M SO SORRY <3 (i kinda changed the thing to just kidnapping bUT I WILL TRY AGAIN) (⊙◞౪◟⊙) 


Kyungsoo let out a sigh as a blindfold slipped over his eyes and a warm breath fanned out behind him. 

“You’re—under attack” a voice squeaked out, cracking at the last syllable. “stay still and you won’t be hurt!" 

Kyungsoo managed not to snort (too loudly) and relaxed his shoulders, smirking as a his attacker let out a shuddering breath. Gentle hands gripped his shoulders as he was lead blindly forward, and he winced as knobbly knees bumped against his legs. A squeaked apology sounded behind him. 

When the blindfold was finally taken away, Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow at the younger boy with the too-long hair and the shy smile. “What are you doing Jongin,” Kyungsoo deadpanned as Jongin pulled out a pair of fake handcuffs. 

The boy cleared his throat as he snapped the handcuffs open expertly. “I’m kidnapping you.”

Kyungsoo smirked as the handcuffs slipped from the younger boy’s grasp, clattering to the ground. “Where are you taking me?” he asked curiously, grinning as the younger boy stooped down quickly to pick up the toy. 

"I’m kidnapping you to the ice cream store down the street,” the boy, Jongin replied shakily, face flushing pink. “You’ve been kidnapped so you can’t run away,” he added with a small pout. 

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes as Jongin fumbled with the handcuffs a bit more. “And what if I don’t want to go with you?”

Jongin looked up, eyes wide. “You- I-” he spluttered out. “You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want t-to,” he finally managed to stutter out. 

Kyungsoo laughed as Jongin seemed to turn redder and redder. Finally deeming the boy red enough, he gave Jongin a small smile. “You’re paying,” he told the dumbfounded boy as he walked out of the classroom. He turned around to find Jongin staring at him, jaw dropped open. “Aren’t you coming?” he snarked.

He could just barely conceal a grin as Jongin scrambled out behind him, handcuffs forgotten on the ground. 

Kyungsoo laughed as a blindfold slipped over his eyes. It was the fourth time this week and he could hear the nervous breathing behind him. 

“You’re under attack,” he squeaked out, trying to imitate Jongin. “Stay still and you won’t be hurt!”

Kyungsoo grinned as a greeting when he turned around, untying the blindfold as he went. Jongin pouted, bottom lip jutting out as he tried to glare at the older student. 

“Hyung, you’re supposed to be scared,” Jongin whined. “I’m kidnapping you.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, smiling amicably at Jongin. “I’m terrified,” he assured the younger boy. “Where are you taking me today? To the horrible ice cream shop again? Oh the terror.”

Jongin whined again, huffing under his breath as his hand latched around Kyungsoo’s wrist. (“since you lost my handcuffs” Jongin explained the second time). 

Kyungsoo merely shrugged as the younger boy began dragging him out of the main building and outside towards downtown. “You could just ask me out instead of kidnapping me every single time you want to pay for my ice cream,” Kyungsoo suggested nonchalantly as they passed the ice cream shop and towards the bubble milk tea shop.

Kyungsoo giggled as Jongin whipped around, spluttering excuses, face turning a pretty red.

“I-I don’t, I don’t want to- I mean, I,” Jongin spluttered, eyes wide with denial. Kyungsoo tugged his wrist out of Jongin’s hold before interlacing their fingers and began dragging the younger boy towards the bubble tea shop. “You’re paying,” he reminded as Jongin fell silent.

He turned back to glance at the younger boy and snickered at the sight. “You look very attractive with your mouth open like that,” he teased. He leaned in closer with a glint in his eye.”But you’d look even better-” Jongin stared at him wide eyed, face turning a magical shade of red. “with just handcuffs on.”

IDEK WHAT THIS I’M SORRY. i hope you liked this and ily <3 

A Member of 1D is Your EX (Narry/4 Preference)

Request: can you do a preference where a member of 1D is your ex 4/4?

Word Count: 1,897

I only did Narry/4 because they were kind of long. Message me if you want Lilo/4! 

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Originally posted by the1dlads


It was hard. Seeing his face everywhere. You couldn’t turn on the TV or listen to the radio without one of their songs or a commercial filling your ears. Before the break up, it was great. You would smile like an idiot every time you heard his voice in an unexpected place, but now, it is just a reminder of the boy you used to know. Christ, he even showed up when you were in the grocery store. You were walking down the aisle and you glanced into the freezer section to see his face on a box of chicken nuggets. “What the hell” you mutter to yourself lowly. You raced away from the reminder and head to the checkout lane, only to hear the first chords of night changes come on over the speakers. You laughed at yourself knowing that you could never escape the constant reminders of your last relationship. Three years is a long time to spend with someone. You don’t know why you thought you could just forget about him. The curly haired boy you met when you were sixteen still completely owns your heart. Just when you put everything in your car to head home, your phone rang.

“Hello?” You questioned because you didn’t recognize the number.

“Hey, Y/N? It’s Niall.” You were shocked to hear a thick Irish Accent on the end of your line.

“Hey Ni, what’s up?”

“Are you in L.A. right now?”

“Yes?” you said raising an eyebrow.

“How fast can you get to The Nice Guy?”

“That club you guys like? I mean, I’m about twenty minutes away, but-”

“Great, I need you. Harry is out of contr- NO! HARRY YOU”VE HAD ENOUGH!” You hear him scream and the line cuts off. Shit.

You made a U-turn and headed towards downtown.

You pulled up to see about twenty paparazzi outside the club, cameras flashing. You sighed and parked down the block to avoid them recognizing your car. Being the girlfriend of the famous Harry Styles for over three years meant that you were on the pap’s radar. You got out of the car and headed to the back entrance of the club.

“Hey, Mac.” You smiled politely at the guard.

“Hey Miss Y/N. Haven’t seen you for a while.” He smiled and stepped aside, allowing you to enter. You walked around for a minute, trying to spot one of the guys. Soon you found Niall, and not far behind him was a clearly intoxicated Harry. You took a deep breath and moved forward.

“Y/N! Thank God!” Niall sighed when he saw you.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong with Harry?” Your voice sounded more worried than you wanted to portray.

“He’s been miserable since, well, you know, and I finally got him to go out and have some fun, but now he won’t stop drinking. I lost track at 7 beers and 6 tequila shots and he won’t stop when I tell him to. Maybe he will listen to you so he won’t die of alcohol poisoning.” He looked desperate and you couldn’t stand the thought of anything bad happening to Harry. Even if you two weren’t together, you will always love him.

“Okay.” You sighed walking past him and up to Harry’s back and tapped him shoulder. He wobbled around to face you and his jaw dropped.

“Y/N?” He asked, obviously shocked to see you.

“Harry, what are you doing?” You gestured to the mixed drink in his hand, but he didn’t answer.

“Y/N?” He repeated himself, still clearly in shock.

“C’mon Harry, let’s get you home, okay?” You smiled trying to get him to go with you. He looked at your outstretched hand for a moment before taking it. You smiled at Niall as you led Harry towards the back door.

“Slow down, I think I’m going to be sick.” He mumbled as you walked out towards your car.

“Oh, no. Just breathe, okay? We will be back at my apartment soon.” You slung his arm over your shoulder and wrapped your other arm around his waist to hold him up.

“Your apartment?” he hiccupped and you nodded.

“I am not leaving you alone when you are this drunk. You could hurt yourself or someone else.” You sighed as you finally reached your car. You opened the passenger door and helped him in, buckling his seatbelt as he stared at you.

“What?” you chuckle lightly, causing a shit-eating grin to appear on his lips.

“You’re just really beautiful.” He slurred before you shut the door in his face to walk to the driver’s side. You got in and started the engine before pulling off the curb and heading back to your apartment. “Did you hear me?” He whispered poking your cheek.

“Yes, Harry. I did, but you shouldn’t say things like that to me anymore.” You smiled sympathetically at him, but he frowned.

“I still love you.” He said, a little louder.

“Harry…” you sigh as you pull into the parking lot of your building.

“What?” He whines, placing a hand on your cheek. “I do.”

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs, okay?” You say as you go to help him out of the car.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and took Harry into the bedroom.

“Do you still feel sick Harry?” You ask him, but he just shook his head and laid on the bed. You sigh when you realize he had passed out. You untie his shoes and take off his ridiculously tight skinny jeans before tucking him into your bed. You decide to sleep on the couch in the room next door, but for some reason, you can’t fall asleep. You keep thinking about what he said. Its something that you dreamt about a lot since he left. Does he still love you?


Living in Mullingar was great. You had grown up there and all of your family lived there and that is where you met Niall. Both your families were really close so you basically grew up together, but once you both hit fifteen, you started to notice the little things about him. How his bright blue eyes would scrunch up when he laughed, how his arms would flex when he played his guitar, and how he would smile every time you walked into the room. He noticed things about you too. How you were developing curves ever so slightly and how your big eyes would lock with his when you guys talked. You guys inevitably started dating and it was great, for a while. He was an amazing boyfriend. He wasn’t like those guys that acted all different when he was alone with you versus when he was with his friends. He was always Niall. Once Niall left for the X-factor, everything changed. He promised you that he would call you every day, which he did for the first few weeks, but the calls became scattered and before you knew it, you hadn’t seen him in months. That was a lot to handle for a sixteen year old and eventually, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

Now you were twenty-one years old and you were accustomed to seeing Niall everywhere even though you hadn’t seen him really in almost five years.

Your family was having their annual St. Patrick’s Day barbeque this Saturday and you knew Niall would be attending for the first time since you guys were fifteen. You thought nothing of seeing him again. You knew you had both grown up and dated other people.

You arrived at your parents place, seeing everyone from your extended family and Niall’s as well. You first saw Maura, Niall’s mom, and your mom talking on the deck.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in so long dear!” You heard Maura’s voice and then felt her arms around you.

“Hi, Ms. Maura! I know Its been so long!” You smile, pulling away.

“Niall is over there if you want to see him.” She winked, pointing towards the open bar. You chuckled at her subtlety. Your parents always wanted you two to end up together. It was no secret that they were more devastated than you were when you and Niall ended things all those years ago, but to humor them, you walked over to the bar where you saw a head of blonde hair laughing it up with the bartender.

“I don’t understand why everyone laughs at the way I say tirty seven. It’s a number!” You giggle softly as you overhear the end of his conversation and his head whips around quickly.

“Y/N. I knew I recognized that laugh.” He smiled. That same smile that makes his eyes crinkle. He walked towards you slowly and wraps his arms around your waist. You can hear a chorus of ‘Awes’ coming from a group of ladies behind you. “I missed you.” You heard him whisper into the skin of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine.

“I missed you too Ni.” You pulled away from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look in his eyes. You never thought that Niall could make your stomach flip and your cheeks blush like you were a child again, but he did, and it scared the hell out of you.

“Why don’t we go inside where there isn’t an audience?” He chuckled gesturing to the pack of middle aged family members that had gathered to watch your reunion. You giggle softly and nodded.

He led you into the kitchen and up the stairs to your old bedroom. You hadn’t been in here in two years or more, but your parents kept it the same in case you ever wanted to spend the night at their place.

“Your room looks exactly the same.” He chuckled, walking around and looking at the purple walls.

“Yeah, I never really came back in here after I moved to the apartment.” You sighed, sitting on your old twin bed.

“You look good.” He said quietly causing you to look up from your hands.

“Thanks Ni, you do too.” You said politely, trying not to let him know how he was effecting you.

There was a long pause that was kind of awkward before he spoke again.

“I’m really sorry about how I treated you back then. You deserved so much bett-” You cut him off before he could bring back all of those old feelings.

“Its okay Niall. Its ancient history. We were young and stupid.” You stood up and put your hand on his shoulder.

“I still think about you, you know. Every girl I date…I compare her to you…and none of them compare.” He turned slowly, placing a hand on your cheek. You really didn’t know what to say. Sure, you thought about him too, but its been five years.

“Niall-” you started, but he didn’t give you a chance to say anything before he kissed you. It felt like you had been waiting for this kiss since the day he left for the X-factor. His lips felt the same as they did when you were a teenager, but different at the same time. He was a bit rougher, more confident, and he bit your lip, which you don’t remember him doing. Once you pulled away, you both just stared into each other’s eyes.