voices of the street

anonymous asked:

"It was a time when there was no way H&L could write a song together." I think they wrote together on Right Now (which is heart-wrenching in its own right -- "We won't be going home for so long but I know I won't be on my own... right now, I wish you were here with me." It's always read to me as the push and pull between being beside each other and unable to touch, between loving what they do and hating what it does to them)

God, you’re right!

Written in 2013 by Harry, Louis, Liam, and Ryan Tedder (from One Republic).

[Verse 1: Louis and Niall]
Lights go down and the night is calling to me, yeah
I hear voices singing songs in the street and I know
That we won’t be going home for so long, for so long, but I know
That I won’t be on my own, yeah, I love this feeling and

[Chorus: Zayn]
Right now, I wish you were here with me
‘Cause right now everything is new to me
You know I can’t fight the feeling
and every night I feel it
Right now, I wish you were here with me

[Verse 2: Liam & Harry]
Late night spaces with all our friends, you and me, yeah
Love these faces, just like how it used to be
And we won’t be going home for so long, for so long, but I know
I won’t be on my own, on my own, I’m feeling like

[Chorus: Zayn]
Right now, I wish you were here with me
'Cause right now everything is new to me
You know I can’t fight the feeling
and every night I feel it
Right now, I wish you were here with me

It’s the song of boys on the road, and the verse that is so heartrending, to me, is where they sing that they won’t go home for a long time, but they don’t feel alone.

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Sherlock could hear traffic noises, a faint echo to John’s voice: he was on the street, had stepped into a doorway to take Sherlock’s call. “I wrote some music, an adagio, a sort of requiem really. For Mary. I started it before but that version was rubbish and it burnt up in the explosion, so I wrote a new one. I thought, perhaps, someday, if you’d like, I could play it for you. But if you don’t want to hear it that’s fine, I understand. I could copy it out though; Rosie might like to have it someday.”

“Of course I want to hear it!” John sounded more pleased than Sherlock had anticipated, and Sherlock felt his shoulders relax; he hadn’t even realized how tense he’d been. “And I’d love a copy. I still have the wedding waltz, you know. It’s in my safety deposit box.”

from Restoration, by Chryse.


*happy sigh*

tfw you find a post S4 johnlock story that honors the feelings both John and Sherlock had for Mary…

Noir subgenres

- Fantasy noir: Pour another one, Joe. My dragon left me for some clean-shaven cape-wearing foreign hero with an accent so thick you could hear the fake passport in his voice.

- Existential noir: these are mean streets to have an empty life in, kid. Thinkers nurse a hangover from their disgust of life for fifty years then roll over and die. This is how we run things in our city. Play it again, will you.

- Southern Gothic Noir: look at yourself, boy. They’ve got names for people who carry the Bible like that. They’ve got names for everything around here. And if you don’t get it the first time the walls will whisper it back to you.

– Noir Mythology: She was a priestess at some local temple. One of those temple only people who pray for a pint of bourbon and a life insurance go to. And she had a face that meant trouble, make no mistake. But not after Zeus turned her into a cow. Not after Zeus turned her into a cow.

- Noir meta-Shakespeare: Characters like us, Horatio. We weren’t born to grow old and mean. We faff around, we mix a stiff one, and then we die. But when we die, we die hard and we make sure we bring the whole damn city down with us.

- Noir Milton: Heaven looked high class from fifty feet away but from five feet away it looked like the kind of place meant to be seen from fifty feet away. Stay there long enough you get a double pint of Hell’s Bells. Real hell is my business now. Real hell is how I make my nickel.

- Noir William Blake: She was the sort of tiger a bishop would paint crosses on his front door against. You can’t tell anything from tigers like that. She could have had the sheriff in the back room. She could have been making millions. But you could tell she burned bright in all the right places. Oh, she burned bright all right.

- Noir Dylan Thomas: Alright, old man. Amateur hour is over. You go down kicking and screaming or you don’t go down at all, you get my meaning?

- Noir Keats: Outside, the Autumn smelled of politics: it asked only for the highest types of men and had nothing to offer them but bleating lambs and the song of crickets. The sort of autumn that shares his smokes and his wife with the maturing sun. “I don’t like Spring,” the kid said. “That’s all right, sonny boy. I ain’t selling it.”

- Noir Edgar Allan Poe: You could tell from the way he sauntered in the bird meant business. He had the kind of beak that could drive a nail through your forehead. Didn’t string more than two words together but he knew all the right ones all the same. He knew which ones stung. “I don’t want no birds in my room,” I said, loud enough for hell to hear. But birds like that don’t just scram. Birds like that stick to you like a bad divorce from a Hollywood diva.

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Today on World Refugee Day, we commemorate the courage, strength, and perseverance of refugees, asylum seekers, and internaly displaced people. There are currently over 65 million refugees in today’s world–the highest number in recorded history. They have been forced to flee their home due to life threatening conditions ranging from drought and famine to religious persecution or war. Now, more than ever, it is time to #StandWithRefugees and raise awareness to the plights and obstacles they face.

We hosted our first Issue Time dealing with how the global community can support, improve the position of and stand in solidarity with refugees, and communicate how and why refugees are human beings, just like us, first and foremost. Our panel, Madge Thomas, Deputy-Director of Global Policy and Advocacy, Global Citizen, Piper Perabo; Actress, Activist, and IRC Voice; International Rescue Committee, Elmo, Sesame Street Muppet, Sherrie Westin, EVP for Global Impact and Philanthropy, Sesame Workshop and Yasmine Sherif, Director of Education Cannot Wait, answered your questions here.

Looking for for some actions you can take right now?

- Millions of children around the world are in crisis – because of conflicts and disasters, many of them will never learn to read or write, or even enter a classroom. Ahead of World Refugee Day, Global Citizen will host our first Issue Time panel on our Tumblr page. Sign the petition to ask world leaders to pledge to the Education Cannot Wait fund for kids in crisis.

- The worst humanitarian crisis since World War II has ripped apart families, left children out of school, destroyed homes and revealed some ugly sides of humanity. But many people around the world have continued to support and provide for refugees with open arms, whether they’re individuals or governments. Write a letter to a refugee to show your support.

- Globally over 65 million people are forcibly displaced. They have left everything behind, fleeing from conflict, violence and natural disasters. Ahead of World Refugee Day, Global Citizen will host our first Issue Time panel on our Tumblr page. Sign the petition to urge the 20 most powerful countries to protect and support refugees everywhere.

Smooth Criminal

Officer!Bucky Barnes x Drunk!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s a cop and got called to a crime scene to arrest a criminal but he realizes the criminal is the person he’s dating

Word Count:1,892

Warnings: Police!Au, Language, Drunk Shenanigans, Major Floof

A/N: Written for Manu’s writing challenge, couldn’t help but write cop!Bucky again. @jurassicbarnes thank you for the fun opportunity.

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

It had been a quiet night for Officer James Buchanan Barnes and his partner. So far, they had to deal with a fight between two drunk men, an exhibitionist and a few reckless drivers.

Bucky had started his shift at 10 p.m. the previous night and it was now just after 4 a.m. He kept repeating ‘only two more hours’ like a mantra and tried to imagine you all wrapped up and sound asleep in your bed. He really wanted to be with you.

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Chrom: VA Matthew Mercer

You know, yesterday’s post was pretty intence. I do like that I was able to get some frustrations of my chest rather than let them boil under my skin, and based on the reception of that post a lot of people seem to agree with me and what I pointed out. But one I want to avoid becoming is little miss bringdown. So I decided to brighten up the mood a bit by delving into the realm of voice acting.

And who else better to start with than with my real life senpai, Matthew Mercer.

God, he’s so gorgeous, even in real life… 

Originally posted by kasugano

*clears throat* Anyway, let’s take a look at some of the characters our dearest has leant his lovely voice to.

Now Fire Emblem fans likely already know he has voiced a few characters in recent games, including two of my favorites, Chrom and Shigure. You also likely already know from a previous post that he also voices Yusuke in Persona 5. Plus, any Overwatch player already knows that he voices McCree.

But now it’s time to list off some of his other roles.

To start and build off that gif, he actually voices

prince Diamond from Sailor Moon (or prince Demande if you’re watching Sailor Moon Crystal). And considering this anime is rather old, it goes to show just how long he’s been in the business.

And that’s not the only long standing anime he’s been a part of. He’s also voiced

Trafalgar Law from One Piece.

And as it that’s enough to surprise you, he’s also voiced

Shukuro Tsukishima from Bleach. I don’t know much about him, since I haven’t watched Bleach in years, but he is one handsome man.

In fact, Matthew seems to have a bit of a habit playing characters who are pretty handsome. 

For one, he voices someone from one of my favorite anime:

Joker from Black Butler.

There’s also

Leon S. Kennedy from Resident Evil 6.

We also have

Lao from Xenoblade Chronicles X.

And to top off the handsome men he likes to voice, he’s voiced

Jai Chong from Dynasty Warriors. And I’ve heard the way he voices ths guy, and I can now say that Matthew can do one hell of a Sephiroth impression.

He also voices

Taishi Ci, but I don’t really hear people talking about him, so moving on.

Now these next two are definitely going to satisfy certain fans. For any Phoenix Wright fans, he voices

Nahyuta Sadmadhi in the most recent game.

And to fans of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, he voices

Jotaro Kujo.

But Matthew isn’t above voicing smaller roles. He voices

Fei Long from Street Fighter and

Cor from Final Fantasy 15.

But one that surprised me was learning that he voices

Skelter Helter and

Bishop from No More Heroes 2. I swear I never noticed this. Just goes to show how good his vocal range is.

But these last two are really note worthy.

Turns out Yusuke is not the first Persona character he’s voiced, as he also voices

Kanji Tatsumi from Persona 4. Now based on what I saw he voices Kanji in the animated series not the actual game, but I doubt it’s that big of a deal.

And the last voice we have for our lovely Matthew is

Levi from Attack on Titan. I actually just recently heard Levi’s voice from watching a video, and it does fit very well for him. I really got to work on getting back to watching Attack on Titan so i can hear more of his performance.


As you can see, Matthew Mercer really has a wealth of experience when it comes to voice acting to have so many roles under his belt and can achieve a large range of tones and fluxes with his voice.

Now do you guys see why this man is my real life senpai?

And before anyone comments; yes, I am aware that he is currently engaged to someone else. But, hey, I’m still young and i got a lot of time and patience for the future.

Just you wait Matthew Mercer, you will be mine one day.

Like, I’m just beside myself that people are too lazy to do their conspiracies away from their IPhone, like just writing “Hey, just checking are we still cool with the treason meeting this afternoon?” Get off your ass, go to a public telephone, call a number that was written on a piece of paper that you ripped up and swallowed, say “Parakeet,” listen as the voice on the other phone says “21st street deli,” sit down at a booth, and listen as “Mr. Williams,” who is sitting in the booth behind you, says “Get the Smoked Turkey. It comes with Fries.” and you know immediately what the fuck that means AND you get to enjoy a Smoked Turkey sandwich. Then take the cab back, NOT TO YOUR PLACE, but a movie or a mall so you can suss out if anybody followed you. Then change your clothes in the bathroom, and get picked up in the parking garage. Yeah it’s a little work but it doesn’t leave a paper trail.

The Blue Princess and her Red Rose

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe)
Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.

A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet.
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! 
Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(

Summary: After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. 

Tales of Greyria


The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt, love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.

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Beautiful synagogues from around the world

  1. Dohány Street Synagogue, Budapest
  2. Grand Choral Synagogue, St. Petersburg
  3. Grand Synagogue of Edirne, Edirne, Turkey
  4. Hurva Synagogue, Jerusalem
  5. Eldridge Street Synagogue, New York
  6. Great Synagogue of Rome, Rome
  7. Ohr Torah Synagogue, Acco, Israel
  8. Great Synagogue of Sydney, Sydney
  9. Rykestrasse Synagogue, Berlin
  10. Szeged Synagogue, Szeged, Hungary

zeezerizer  asked:

do you know of any good ways to write a character's thoughts?

There are two ways to write character’s thoughts.

The first way is using direct style, this is when you write your character’s thoughts word by word separating them from the rest of your paragraph using quotation marks, or italics (many times it depends on how you write your dialogues, hyphens or quotation marks)

  • Ex. 1: The street was quiet. H. turned her head back when the sound of footsteps became louder. “I should’ve taken a cab” she thought
  • Ex. 1: The street was quiet. H. turned her head back when the sound of footsteps became louder. I should’ve taken a cab, she thought. 


  • Ex. 2: He had knocked the door four times now. “Was the meeting today?”, F. thought.
  • Ex. 2: He had knocked the door four times now. Was the meeting today? F. thought.

The second ways is indirect style, this is when you write your character’s thoughts using the narrator’s voice.

  • Ex. 1: The street was quiet. H. turned her head back when the sound of footsteps became louder. She thought it would have beed better if she had taken a cab.
  • Ex. 2: He had knocked the door four times now. F. wondered if the meeting was today.

As you can see, the main different between styles is how the thoughts are presented.

Some things to remember:

Writing your character’s thoughts gives an insight to your readers about your characters, who they are, what they really think and how much it differs from what they say, or express with their bodies.

Not every thought matters. Write down only relevant thoughts, the ones that add something to the plot and character development.

Don’t overuse thoughts. If your story is written in third person omniciesnt, adding thoughts to every scene with every character will slow down your story. On the contrary, if you’re writing using first person, your character’s thoughts are important, but not every single one (read previous point).

Find the best way to tell your story, sometimes is better using third person than first one, or vice versa.

If you’re using third person focusing on one character, you can write their thoughts separating them from the rest of the paragraph using quotation marks or italics. In those cases, there’s no need to identify the character.


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Photos of Celebrities at Women’s Marches Around the World

One day after Donald Trump was sworn in as the 45th president, protestors took to the streets of Washington, D.C. — and other cities around the world — in opposition of the reality star’s policies not just on women’s rights but human rights. While celebrities stayed away from the inauguration, they came out in droves for the Women’s Marches with Amy Schumer, Charlize Theron, Scarlett Johansson, Katy Perry, Amy Poehler, Chelsea Handler, Madonna, Lena Dunham, America Ferrera, and Ashley Judd among those lending their voices to the cause. And, yes, many of them rocked pink pussy hats.

Scarlett Johansson

Scarlett Johansson flashed a grin at the D.C. march, where she was also a speaker about her experience with Planned Parenthood. (Photo: Reuters)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Amy Schumer

Also in the capital? Amy Schumer, who arrived with her friends dressed in NASA gear. “March like everyone’s watching,” she wrote. (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Amber Tamblyn and Amy Schumer

Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants actress Amber Tamblyn quipped, “NASA’s finest @amyschumer.” (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Samantha Ronson, Amy Poehler

Amy Poehler, who was hanging with Samantha Ronson and Amber Tamblyn, also marched, repping for Smart Girls everywhere. (Photo: Amber Rose Tamblyn/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Amy Poehler and Lena Dunham

Poehler also selfied with Girls actress Lena Dunham, who captioned this photo, “Parks & Menstruation.” (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Ashley Judd

Ashley Judd was also among the speakers in D.C. She read a poem about “nasty women” and spoke about the sexual assault allegations against Trump. (Photo: Ashley Judd/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Cher

Cher, who was protesting in NYC days earlier, also went to the capital. “I want to give support and let people know that this was important enough for me to come and hear them and help them,“ she told People magazine. ” I want people to know that, as a group, we can change things,” (Photo: AP Photo/Sait Serkan Gurbuz)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Jake Gyllenhaal and Maggie Gyllenhaal

Siblings Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal made the protest a family affair. They were in D.C. together. (Photo: Shannon Stapleton/Reuters)

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Jessica Chastain

Jessica Chastain had more than enough credentials to get her into the D.C. march. (Photo: Instagram)

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Ariana Grande

Here’s pop singer Ariana Grande in a bus en route to the march, which she planned to attend with her mom and grandma. (Photo: Ariana Grande/Instagram)

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Melissa Benoist

Supergirl‘s Melissa Benoist had a custom sign that said, “Hey Donald, Don’t try to grab my p**** it’s made of steel.” (Photo: Instagram)

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Debra Messing

The Will & Grace alum wore a pink “meow” hat as she traveled to the march with pal Ali Wentworth. (Photo: Debra Messing/Instagram)

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Lena Dunham

Lena made a point to show off her shirt, which said, “Women are powerful and dangerous.” (Photo: Lena Dunham/Instagram)

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Jennifer Beals, Chelsea Handler, Mary McCormack, and Charlize Theron

The Chelsea host organized the sister march in Sundance, where many stars are attending the Sundance Film Festival, and rallied her buddies, including Charlize Theron, Jennifer Beals, and Mary McCormack, for their snowy walk on Main Street. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Chelsea Handler

Handler, giving fellow protesters a hug while rocking a Planned Parenthood hat, said of organizing the march, “If there’s anything I learned in the last year, it’s that we need to be louder and stronger than ever about what we believe in, so I joined some incredible women from around the country to bring our voices together in the streets of Park City.” (Photo: Instagram)

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Charlize Theron

“Representing here at Sundance!” the Oscar winner wrote along with this selfie. (Photo: Charlize Theron/Instagram)

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Kristen Stewart

Kristen Stewart, who talked about Donald Trump’s bizarre obsession with her, also marched in Park City. (Photo: The Park Record/Twitter)

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Nick Offerman

“I’m a nasty girl,” wrote Parks and Rec alum Nick Offerman, looking fetching in his pussy hat in Utah. (Photo: Twitter)

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John Legend

While Chrissy Teigen flew to Washington to be at the main event, John Legend made sure to pound the snowy pavement back in Utah. (Photo: Amy Kaufman/Twitter)

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Laura Dern

Laura Dern, who was also in Park City, carried a poster demanding “justice for all. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

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Charlize Theron

Charlize wiped away a tear while listening to the powerful speeches in Park City (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

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Jurnee Smollett-Bell and John Legend

Legend also marched with Jurnee Smollett-Bell. (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

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Benjamin Bratt

Benjamin Bratt held a “Dolores” button for Civil rights activist Dolores Huerta. She was slated to speak at the march in Washington, but the documentary about her life, Dolores, was accepted into the film festival so she went there instead. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

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Ian McKellen

There was an Ian McKellen sighting at the march in London. (Photo: Twitter)

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Gillian Anderson

The X-Files actress brought along her daughter, Piper, to march in London. “Proud to be one of many today,” she wrote. (Photo: Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Jessica Chastain

Jessica Chastain had more than enough credentials to get her into the D.C. march. (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Ariana Grande

Here’s pop singer Ariana Grande in a bus en route to the march, which she planned to attend with her mom and grandma. (Photo: Ariana Grande/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Melissa Benoist

Supergirl‘s Melissa Benoist had a custom sign that said, “Hey Donald, Don’t try to grab my p**** it’s made of steel.” (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Debra Messing

The Will & Grace alum wore a pink “meow” hat as she traveled to the march with pal Ali Wentworth. (Photo: Debra Messing/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Lena Dunham

Lena made a point to show off her shirt, which said, “Women are powerful and dangerous.” (Photo: Lena Dunham/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Jennifer Beals, Chelsea Handler, Mary McCormack, and Charlize Theron

The Chelsea host organized the sister march in Sundance, where many stars are attending the Sundance Film Festival, and rallied her buddies, including Charlize Theron, Jennifer Beals, and Mary McCormack, for their snowy walk on Main Street. (Photo: Getty Images)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Chelsea Handler

Handler, giving fellow protesters a hug while rocking a Planned Parenthood hat, said of organizing the march, “If there’s anything I learned in the last year, it’s that we need to be louder and stronger than ever about what we believe in, so I joined some incredible women from around the country to bring our voices together in the streets of Park City.” (Photo: Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Charlize Theron

“Representing here at Sundance!” the Oscar winner wrote along with this selfie. (Photo: Charlize Theron/Instagram)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Kristen Stewart

Kristen Stewart, who talked about Donald Trump’s bizarre obsession with her, also marched in Park City. (Photo: The Park Record/Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Nick Offerman

“I’m a nasty girl,” wrote Parks and Rec alum Nick Offerman, looking fetching in his pussy hat in Utah. (Photo: Twitter)

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John Legend

While Chrissy Teigen flew to Washington to be at the main event, John Legend made sure to pound the snowy pavement back in Utah. (Photo: Amy Kaufman/Twitter)

External image

Laura Dern

Laura Dern, who was also in Park City, carried a poster demanding “justice for all. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

External image

Charlize Theron

Charlize wiped away a tear while listening to the powerful speeches in Park City (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

External image

Jurnee Smollett-Bell and John Legend

Legend also marched with Jurnee Smollett-Bell. (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

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Benjamin Bratt

Benjamin Bratt held a “Dolores” button for Civil rights activist Dolores Huerta. She was slated to speak at the march in Washington, but the documentary about her life, Dolores, was accepted into the film festival so she went there instead. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

External image

Ian McKellen

There was an Ian McKellen sighting at the march in London. (Photo: Twitter)

External image

Gillian Anderson

The X-Files actress brought along her daughter, Piper, to march in London. “Proud to be one of many today,” she wrote. (Photo: Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

John Legend

While Chrissy Teigen flew to Washington to be at the main event, John Legend made sure to pound the snowy pavement back in Utah. (Photo: Amy Kaufman/Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Laura Dern

Laura Dern, who was also in Park City, carried a poster demanding “justice for all. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Charlize wiped away a tear while listening to the powerful speeches in Park City (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Jurnee Smollett-Bell and John Legend

Legend also marched with Jurnee Smollett-Bell. (Photo: George Pimentel/Getty Images)

External image

Benjamin Bratt

Benjamin Bratt held a “Dolores” button for Civil rights activist Dolores Huerta. She was slated to speak at the march in Washington, but the documentary about her life, Dolores, was accepted into the film festival so she went there instead. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

External image

Ian McKellen

There was an Ian McKellen sighting at the march in London. (Photo: Twitter)

External image

Gillian Anderson

The X-Files actress brought along her daughter, Piper, to march in London. “Proud to be one of many today,” she wrote. (Photo: Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Benjamin Bratt

Benjamin Bratt held a “Dolores” button for Civil rights activist Dolores Huerta. She was slated to speak at the march in Washington, but the documentary about her life, Dolores, was accepted into the film festival so she went there instead. (Photo by George Pimentel/Getty Images)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Ian McKellen

There was an Ian McKellen sighting at the march in London. (Photo: Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Gillian Anderson

The X-Files actress brought along her daughter, Piper, to march in London. “Proud to be one of many today,” she wrote. (Photo: Twitter)

Source: Yahoo Celebrity

Imagine Matt finding out you were seeing someone new

The two men walked side by side, discussing the Salazar case. Foggy was going off about the key witness they needed when he abruptly halted his words.

“Holy,” Foggy grumbled out in disbelief. Before he could tell Matt what he was seeing, the Daredevil knew. He could smell your perfume a block away, the sound of your lips smacking as you talked to the man who was walking next to you. Matt heard his low gruff voice and recognized it right away, as the man asked if you were hungry.

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It Takes Two - Negan Imagine

Theme: Fluff

Chapter Summary: As much as you attempt to keep out of the Saviors’ way while they raid Alexandria, your daughter decides to have a word with Negan.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it.

Word Count: 2.1k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: so basically halfway through writing this i realized the daughter was giving me Lilo vibes - so if you could imagine, she’s very much like Lilo :) | no warnings

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Chapters:

Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

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Originally posted by loglady92

“Where’s Maggie, Mommy?” your daughter’s high-pitched voice met your ears as she stumbled down the hall. You turned to her, closing the book in your lap, “She’s not here anymore, she - .. ‘moved,’” you stuttered. Technically, you weren’t lying. After the run-in with the Saviors, she would be better off, and much safer, not in Alexandria.

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Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”

Word Count: 5317

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing

Requested: Yes!

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the scene in front of you.

“Just go and bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around, it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t, your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you, and he wasn’t okay with that.

“And cock block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack.  You had waited so long for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.

“Alright that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards the bar.

Truthfully, you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.

Conor led you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.

You let out a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor, really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as you picked up the shot.

Conor shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand, obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.

You let out a small giggle as  you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.

You refused to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly good tonight?

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Across the bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands on you.

Had you looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys. Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.

He tried to pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated fury.

You had your back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.

He snapped when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right where Jack knew that special spot was, the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because you were his.

It was a reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight, as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could he even consider someone else?

“Jack!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decifer.

You also realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.

Jack chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him. You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite the deep and dark blush on your face.

He brushed his lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.

You chuckled breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive, that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed together tightly as he growled into your ear.

“Don’t pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him, feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive you insane.

He let out a low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in between your lips and deepening the kiss.

There was no denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you secret spots and was not shy about any of it.

Smirking, he pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction, he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of the sweltering hot club.

The tight grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful he was.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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You didn’t remember how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.

He kissed a line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties, your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down, placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.

Using his teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the absolute death of you.

Starting at your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,” he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.

“Jaaaaack,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.

You felt the pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he added another finger into the mix.

Curving his fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot every single time.

Finally, you could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking, pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this, he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.

He crawled up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over it gently as his hand tended to the other one.

Your hand reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Biting your lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.

You dug your nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging into your thigh harshly.

“Ugh you’re so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his thumb pressed against your clit again.

You let out a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bit your lip.

Using a brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings surging through you.

You moved faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as he exploded inside of you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.

You had heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he suddenly being so boyfriend?

That thought remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.

Blushing, you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but leaned into his hand nonetheless.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.

“Because you were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring to girls your age.

“Because he’s my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence, “You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

“All I would have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?” you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate and you couldn’t stop them.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

To say you were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.

 

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,” you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here, but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that moment.

He let out a soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.