trying to make gifs again

// @sai-shou ‘s borthday giftu!! !

// i know its a simple animation and obviously unfinished, i was planning to do this meme for her but school stress caught up with me

// i!! will finish it!! one day!!!! maybe this weekend!!!!!!

// ilu sai and i hope for better days to come your way <333

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040

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It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.

“Mont?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

Imagine Chris being terrified of your older brother, Tom Hiddleston.

A/N: Here’s that request of yours @shadowprincess0218, I managed to fit it in between other pieces I have to finish. Um- I don’t know about this one 😅 I’m tired so it might be a little trashy. But it’s done! Now- oh, right, back to my keyboard for the other three. 🙃 I need coffee.

“Stop,” you laughed, slapping Chris’ hands away as he playfully yanked at your hair. “You’re going to mess it up.” You told him but he ignored you with a cheeky smile on his face. “Chris, stop.” You giggled, slapping his hands away again.

“I’m just trying to make it look better, I’m really good at doing hair.” He licked the tip of his fingers and reached for your hair but you moved back before his fingers made contact. “C'mere,” he teased, trying not to laugh at the look of horror on your face. “C'mere, Y/N.”

“No!” You laughed as you made a run for it; as per usual, you were too slow for Captain America. “No, Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he grabbed you from behind, lifting you off the ground. “Oh God, Chris!” You yelped and he spun you in a circle, laughing as hard as you were. “Put me down!” You started to choke on your laughter.

Your older brother watched the two of you fool around on the set while you were all waiting for the cameras to roll. The shenanigans seem to have only gotten worst now that the two of you were actually dating and not just friends- who clearly had a lot of chemistry- anymore. You met Chris a while back, when you were visiting your brother on the set of The Avengers, and immediately hit it off with him. You became really good friends, then co-stars in a few different movies- this one being your first MCU movie- and now you were a couple. It took Chris awhile before he finally made a move on you because you were after all his friend’s baby sister; you were only twenty-three whereas Chris was your brother’s age. He didn’t want to cross any lines but he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore; he liked you and he wanted to be with you.

“Is that weird for you?” Robert asked Tom when he saw him watching the two of you. Tom turned to him and shook his head with a nonchalant look. “You don’t feel the urge to go over there and tell him how things are? Be an overprotective brother?”

“Not really, no.” Tom shook his head. “I mean- she’s my baby sister, yeah, but she’s not a baby. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself and- it’s not like Chris is a bad guy. I actually,” he turned back to the two of you, and Robert followed suit, “really like them together.”

“You also like messing with him,” Robert commented with smirk and Tom chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. It is quite funny seeing how scared he is of you. Does Chris know you don’t care that they’re together?” He asked.

“I’m sure Y/N has told him, but I don’t think he believes her. You can tell because he avoids me,” Tom said and Robert nodded. “Ready, watch.” A small smirk formed on your brother’s lips as he walked over, leaving a chuckling Robert behind to observe.

“Chris, put me down!” You demanded, giggling. Chris ignored you, of course, and continued spinning you around. “Chris!” You laughed; your stomach starting to ache from it. “You’re messing me up, I’m not going to be camera ready! Put me down!”

“You should probably do as she’s asked,” your brother’s voice approached and Chris’ laughter subsided pretty much immediately. You saw your brother strode onto the set, pressing your lips together as you tried not to laugh while Chris did as your brother said. You didn’t know why but your boyfriend- the ever-so-mighty Captain America- was afraid of your sweet, gentle brother, Tom Hiddleston who couldn’t hurt a fly.

“I’m um- I’m going to go check in with Anthony and Joe,” Chris began to come up with an excuse to leave; like he always did around Tom after dawning the title of your boyfriend. “See what scene they want me to film next so um- I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh as you shared a cheeky smile with your brother. You felt bad for Chris but you also found him ridiculously hilarious, as did Robert- who was losing it at a distance- and the rest of the cast. Basically everyone on set knew how Chris was around your brother; uncomfortable and awkward.

Of course Tom didn’t actually mind the two of you together, in fact- he wanted you with Chris. He thought the two of you would make a wonderful couple despite the age difference and you did. You’d told Chris before that everyone was okay with you were dating him, especially your brother; that fact was acknowledged but it didn’t stop him from acting weird around your brother. It worked in yours and Tom’s favor actually; Chris was very fun to mess with.

“You know it’s obvious you’re avoiding me, right?” Tom blocked Chris’ path and Chris took a step back, swallowing. “So you start dating my sister and suddenly I’m not good enough for you? She’s the better Hiddleston to hang out with?”

“That’s not-”

“It’s because she doesn’t have a British accent, right?” He quizzed and you stifled your chuckle at how ridiculous he was being just to mess with Chris; he was so easy that a reason as stupid as that worked. “If I spoke in an American accent, you’ll be more inclined to be in the same room as me?” You rolled your eyes at how British you brother was; you’d spent half your life in America so you didn’t speak with the accent, or with words and structure fit for the Queen.

“I don’t…” Chris trailed off, unable to find a way to respond. “Um-” he glanced over at you for help and you all cracked, bursting into loud laughter. “What’s happening?” Your boyfriend mumbled to himself, looking as lost and as confused as a baby duck.

“He’s just messing with you, Cap.” You giggled, sliding your hand in Chris’ as you joined his side. “He’s always just messing with you.” You shook your head at your brother who was now smiling. “He doesn’t care that we’re together. I’ve told you that a thousand times, so stop being such an easy target.”

“You’re not actually-” Chris glanced from Tom to you and back to Tom. “Oh my God,” he let out the breath he was holding in. “I was like ‘what the fuck is he talking about?’ Honestly, man. You are ridiculously scary when you want to be.”

“You think my brother is scary?” You burst out laughing and Tom did too. “Please,” you pulled away from Chris to throw an arm around your brother. “Tommy is the least scary person in this room. He couldn’t hurt a fly,” you said then looked up at your brother, smiling.

“Perhaps not a fly.” Tom agreed with a nod then continued in his most threatening tone- which definitely contradicted your previous statement because Chris was right, he could be scary when he wanted to be. “But I will hurt you if you hurt Giggles.” Giggles was your nickname growing up because- well, that was self-explanatory. “And I am not messing with you, that is a promise.”

“You are the only man I know who can say the word ‘giggles’ and still sound scary.” Chris said after a while and you giggled whereas Tom remained his threatening composure until he heard what he wanted from Chris; a promise not to hurt you. “I won’t hurt her,” he nodded. “Ever,” he added when he turned to look at you, smiling when you smiled.

“Good,” Tom relaxed his demeanor and smiled. “Now that you know where I stand, Chris, you can stop trying to avoid me.” Chris chuckled softly at that as you rejoined his side. “The crew’s starting to complain about how Captain America disappears the second Loki steps into the room,” he teased as he walked off.

“You knew he was messing with me and you didn’t tell me?” Chris tried not to smile as he turned to you; you pressed your lips together. “You Hiddlestons are the absolute worst,” he shook his head, chuckling. “I’m a little afraid to meet your parents now,” he said as you wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands placed on your waist. “God knows what they’ll do to me.”

“They’ll love you as much as I do,” you promised and he smiled. “And I love you a lot, Captain.”

“And I love you too, Giggles.”

Just the fact that Yoogeun is trying to talk to SHINee again makes me so happy. When Kibum said that Yoogeun & him have talked recently on Kakao Talk along with seeing Yoogeun actually commenting a few times on one of Jonghyun’s Instagram lives I was rendered speechless but I couldn’t stop smiling. I really do wish for ot5 to meet with Yoogeun again for maybe a reality show with a few episodes where they become his appas/dads again or even just a long Instagram live ❤️

[Gif of Allura talking in her vlog. She uses her hands to illustrate what she is saying. Her hands are just barely visible above the edge of the screen.]

I don’t know if this is actually scientific, but we can see that Allura talks with her hands! In my experience, a lot of autistic people do that to try and make themselver better understood. (I know I do.)

8 & 76 with happy! Lol            

“You’re seriously like a man-child.” “Please put your penis away.”

Just the beginning

The TM was blasting with the loud music, everyone was drinking and having an overall good time. Croweaters walked around the place flaunting their shorts skirts and barely there tops, others were dancing around to the rhythm of the old rock n’roll tunes. I was seating right now in between my family, my brother Opie by my side and my best friend Happy on the other, we were talking to some guys from another chapter about stupid moments in between runs and dumb stories. We had been drinking for a while now and someone thought our old asses needed a bit of high school fun playing dumb games.

I was talking to Chibs when a very drunk Happy approached me immediately making grabby hands at me but I pushed him off playfully making him pout before leaving to bother someone else, we were seating at one of the sofas at the club house when Happy approached us again, moving his private parts in both of our faces in a “seductive” matter.

“Oh c’mon brother” said Chibs and I couldn’t help and start laughing.

“Please put your penis away” I said smiling at him and trying to push him off of us, making him pout once again. It was definitely a sight to see the Tacoma killer act so needy. Sadly for me it wasn’t long before he came looking for me once again like a lost puppy, so I said my goodbyes to the guys and took the annoying Son to his bedroom at the back of the house, he smiled at me like a child and I couldn’t help but giggle, I couldn’t imagine the scene of a relatively small woman like me carrying that man away to his room.

I helped him in bed, taking off his shoes and looking in the closet for a blanket to put on him. I took the blue flannel and tucked him in bed, his dark eyes never leaving my face making me slightly blush at the sight of the man known as the killer looking so innocent.

“Please stay with me until I fall asleep” he said before moving to the side. I took my shoes and leather jacket off before lying next to him, his head immediately finding a place in the crook of my neck.

“You’re seriously like a man-child.” I said softly making little patterns in his tattooed arms that were putting me as close as possible to him that moment.

“You still like me though” he said in a groggy voice, touching my hair with his fingertips.

“Yeah, I think nothing can change that” I said closing my eyes with the soft touches he was leaving in my hair and all over my face.

All I can say about that night is that even with the odor of the alcohol in the room and the loud music blasting just a few meters away that moment was the best moment of my life until that point and oh life had a lot of those times coming to me. It was just the beginning.

The Secret Life of Murphy MacManus - Part 2

Summery~ Murphy MacManus notices you at the bar of McGinty’s and promises himself that he will look after you when he sees a man taking your photo. Without telling you who he is, without telling Conner about you, Murphy goes on to live two completely different lives–that is until they have to merge in order to save you.

  • Fandom; Boondock Saints
  • Murphy MacManus x Reader
  • 1129 Words
  • Warnings: It’s a Boondock Saints story, prepare for cursing and violence

Drift wood.

Your bed smells of drift wood and…beer. No, whiskey.

The sun shines through the window in your room, warming your naked leg as you lay on top of your blanket. It’s comfortable, relaxing. Add in the sound of the water running in the bathroom and you start to feel yourself drifting back into a deep sleep.

You sit up quickly, realizing that the shower was on in your bathroom. You can hear singing, low and rough. For a second, you’re paralyzed at the thought of someone in your shower—and then you remember Murphy. Sweet, little Murphy. You calm down and lay your head back in your pillow.

Murphy spent the night, wanting to make sure you would be okay during the night. Nothing happened, except a lot of holding. Murphy held you close all night long, combing your hair with his fingers. At some point, you asked him about the scars on his wrists which he replied with, “’Tis nothing, lass. Go to sleep.”

The shower stops and you hear some rustling as Murphy gets dressed. When he walks out, he’s wearing a shirt of yours that was far too big and you only kept to sleep in on cold nights. The long sleeves on you just hardly came to Murphy’s hands and when it looks like a dress on you, it fits him perfectly.

A little smile slips on your face as he walks over and links his fingers together, looking at you from under his eyelashes. “I have ta go.” He murmurs.

You sit up and criss-cross your legs. “This early?” You couldn’t mask the disappointment in your voice.

Murphy bits at his lower lip and nods his head, his eyes avoiding yours for the minute. “Aye. Me brother needs me.”

“Oh. I suppose you shouldn’t keep him waiting then.” You think Murphy wants to leave, maybe he had enough. Maybe his thing isn’t hooking up but it’s having a place to crash after drinking.

Murphy looks down at you, his fingers wiggling away as they stay linked. He picks up on your thoughts, it seems. “Can I come back tonight?”

His question takes you by surprise. “If-if you want to.”

“Take you out, maybe. On a date.” He offers.

Again, something you didn’t expect. The air around you changes and suddenly you can’t have enough of him, just like last night. “I think I can pencil you in.” You tease him and kiss his cheek.

Murphy’s eyebrows shoot up and he looks back at you, his whole face stiff and emotionless. Your eyes lock onto each other’s and it was like you knew what he was about to do, because you feel it, too.

He attacks you, crashing his lips against yours and causing you to fall backward, hitting your head against the pillow. His body crushes yours, though you don’t care. You love the feeling, wanting him closer if that were possible, and he tries.

He grabs your cheeks and his hair is tangled between your fingers as you two figure each other out. At first, he was rough, wet even. He wasn’t sure how to start, but he learns quickly and his tongue glides over your lip, asking for entry.

Denying him for fun, he grows impatient and grinds into you. You let out a moan in response and he smirks into the kiss, grinding into you a second time.

“Murphy…” You moan, giving him the confidence he needs. He runs his hands down your sides, stopping at your exposed thighs. You don’t remember when your pants came off last night, or if you were the one that took them off. All you know is that you were glad they were off. It felt much better as he grabbed at your skin, as if he knew you will bruise easy later.

His touch feels amazing. The way he holds onto you, clamps his fingers around your legs and pulls them over his waist. He grinds down again. His jeans rub against you, the fabric feeling nice, but not as nice as his skin would.

Murphy pulls back and ducks his head down, kissing on your chest and your neck, biting down here and there to try and make you moan again. You’re refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Your brother…” You remind him as he kisses your collar bones. “I thought he needed you.”

In response, Murphy bucks his hips into yours, causing you to moan yet again. He smirks against your skin in triumph. Your fingers that were at work in his hair, give a tug, he growls.

“He does. T’at arse can wait.” He goes to kiss you.

You turn your head so he kisses your cheek instead, giggling a little as he groans in frustration. “Murphy, go see your brother. I’ll be here when you’re done and we can postpone the date.”

“Fuck.” Murphy whines and stands up. You can still see that he’s excited as he moves to adjust the zipper on his jeans. “You’re mine tonight.” Murphy insists.

“I’m yours now.” You sit up and playfully rub the front of his jeans. He throws his head back and a moan slips. “Have a good day.” After lifting his shirt and kissing his happy trail, you let him go,

“Oh, it’s gon’ be a fuckin’ long one.” He pecks your lips and grabs his coat, slipping it on as he walks to the door with a bit of a hard time. You snicker to yourself when he stops, hand on the handle, and takes a few deep breathes.

The door closes and it was like reality hit you all at once. The clock blinks 10am, meaning you were very, very late for work. Which didn’t matter now, you were already fired for not calling in. But the thing was, you didn’t mind. The night spent with Murphy was great, and this morning was even better. You couldn’t wait to find out how tonight’s date was going to go.

HENRY X READER - PITY KISS    (PART 2)


(PART 1)


(Y/n) had her head resting on his shoulder, but she knew he wasn’t there. Not really. He had been distant all week, only talking when he absolutely had to, barely laughing at her jokes. It wasn’t like him, not at all.

               “Henry?” she whispered, gazing down at the book resting on her stomach. She had stopped reading half an hour ago, but he didn’t notice.

               The boy didn’t answer, staring blankly at a random place on the wall.

               “Henry?” she repeated, glancing up at him “Henry!”

               “Yes, (y/n)” he responded quietly, his lips in a thin line.

               She didn’t say anything else, eyebrows furrowing together. He didn’t make a move to try and start up the conversation once again, returning his gaze to the wall.

               (Y/n) sat in the silence until she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t understand what was going on. He was being so cold and distant. Was it something she’d said or done? Or was it nothing to do with her at all?

               “Fine” she whispered, getting up off the couch and grabbing her coat. She strutted toward the door, body trembling. She wouldn’t cry in front of him though. He hated to see her cry, and she didn’t want him to be in an even worse mood.

               “Where are you going?” he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her back. His eyes were no longer blank, but confused. It made her blood boil.

               “Oh so now you care” she huffed, pulling away from him “I’ve finally got your attention, have i?”

               “(Y/n)-“

               “No don’t (Y/n) me” she grumbled “Either tell me what’s wrong or I’m leaving”

               He angrily ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to stay calm. He didn’t like how she was snapping at him, but deep down he knew he was in the wrong.

               “It was my mum”

               “What?”

               “It was my mum who made her say that. It wasn’t Violet’s words. She likes me too”

               (Y/n) felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces, she almost fell to the ground in shock. Not because of Violet’s feelings for the boy. She had always known she had liked him, it was obvious.

               It was his choice of words that broke her.

               She likes me too.

               He still liked her.

               He lied.

               “You lied” she bit her lip, shaking her head “Why would you do this? I’m your best friend”

               “What do you mean?” he frowned, watching as she trembled. She looked very vulnerable, wrapped in one of his hoodies. It looked too big on her, like she had shrunk.

               “I told you not to kiss me if it was a pity kiss. But you did, you fucking did” she ranted “You said you liked me too. You kissed me knowing full well how I felt and now-now she’s back I’m yesterday’s news. Do I really mean that little to you?”

               “I never said that. I never said any of that” He yelled “you’re assuming”

               “Oh really” she snarled “So that’s why you’ve been distant all week. That why you’ve avoided me, pushed me away. Because you like me

               “Look” he sighed “I’m confused- I like you (Y/n). I really, really like you…”

               He reached towards her, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. He hated it when she cried.

               “But I like her too”

               She shook her head, stepping out of his reach.

               “That doesn’t make any sense” she hiccupped, griping at her hair in frustration “You can’t- it doesn’t make sense Henry. You can’t care for me and care for her. Ones more important and you damn well know it-“

               “(Y/n)-”

               “No don’t. Don’t” she ran towards the door “You have no idea, do you? I’ve waited so long for this. To hold you and kiss you and be honest about how I feel. Because it killed me every day to hear you talk about her like she was your world. And I had to stick around because I was your best friend. And that night you snuck into my room and kissed me, it thought that I had finally got my chance. I told not to give me your pity kiss, you didn’t listen. You’ve brought this on yourself”

               She opened the door, chest rising and falling unevenly.

               “Wait!” he dived for her.

               “No” she replied coldly “You need some time to think about what you’ve done. Don’t talk to me until you decide”

               “Decide what?”

“Decide if it was a real pity kiss or not”