we might not make it home tonight

angst memes | part 1.

 ( send me a line and my muse will react to your muse’s painful words. )

  • ❛ I just want you to need me. ❜
  • ❛ What were they like? ❜
  • ❛ Just think of me and pull yourself back to creation. ❜
  • ❛ They were right about you… ❜
  • ❛ I let myself be vulnerable to you. ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t want to go home tonight. ❜
  • ❛ Who’s the first face that comes to mind when you get sad? ❜
  • ❛ God never came. ❜
  • ❛ You make me feel so scared… ❜
  • ❛ With you, I withered… ❜
  • ❛ You couldn’t even keep your promise. ❜
  • ❛ It’s funny how the smallest lie might live a million times. ❜
  • ❛ For many moons I tried to forget about what you did, but my body won’t let me forgive you. ❜
  • ❛ I never saw you the same way. ❜
  • ❛ We could’ve been a lot of things. ❜
  • ❛ You were good. ❜
  • ❛ It’s hard for me to feel something for you. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t want to remember you. ❜
  • ❛ You were the first person to ever break my heart. I just want you to remember that. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t feel safe with you. ❜
  • ❛ Loving you is just too fucking much… ❜
  • ❛ I can’t do this anymore. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve awoken all of my demons. ❜
  • ❛ I wouldn’t wish this ache on anyone. ❜
  • ❛ I know they don’t love me… ❜
  • ❛ I know you don’t love me… ❜
  • ❛ I just wanted to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ You might not see me again. ❜
  • ❛ I hope that if we meet in the next life, our fate won’t be as cruel. ❜
  • ❛ After all of that, why would I want to stay here? ❜
  • ❛ I feel misplaced. ❜
  • ❛ I made the mistake of thinking we could fix each other. ❜
  • ❛ You lied. ❜
  • ❛ I want you out of my fucking head! ❜
  • ❛ You put the fear of God in me… ❜
  • ❛ The blood won’t go away, no matter how hard I scrub. ❜
  • ❛ I blamed myself often for the terrible things you did. ❜
  • ❛ It’s hard to look you in the eyes… ❜
  • ❛ We’re disgusting; we’re absolutely fucked. ❜
  • ❛ I see the death of many men when I look at you. ❜
  • ❛ You died that day. ❜
  • ❛ I died that day. ❜
  • ❛ Your wounds opened up again… ❜
  • ❛ Your insecurity is showing. ❜
  • ❛ Why do you flinch every time I raise my hand…? ❜
  • ❛ I made this mistake of thinking you were home. ❜
  • ❛ Lovers don’t do that to each other… Why the fuck did you do that to me?! ❜
  • ❛ You are the source of my scars. ❜
the timing is all wrong pt. 2- h.s imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

after the many requests and messages, here’s part 2!


“Well technically she broke up with me.” Harry quickly added.

You wore a confused look on your face before you sighed and quickly told him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and headed over to the kitchen. You sat on one of the barstools and looked at him from across the counter. “What do you mean she broke up with you?”

Harry sighed and leaned against the counter. He played with his bottom lip before answering, “She claims that lately I’ve been neglecting her and focusing on you.” He looked at your expression before continuing, “She admitted that she’s always been jealous of how close we were. She made me choose between the two of you.” Your mouth dropped a little. Amazed that something so evil could come out of Brooklyn’s mouth. Harry stood back up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I was so mad that she would even think to ask me that. We started fighting and I just told her that i didn’t want to be in this kind of a relationship anymore.” You raised your eyebrow, beckoning him to continue. “So what happened?”

Harry sighed and looked down at his fingers. “So she took that as a sign and officially declared us broken up.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist., giving him hug. “I’m sorry, H.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t be. I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t respect our friendship.”

You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I don’t want to be the reason why you guys broke up though. Maybe I should call her. Talk this out.” You stepped out of Harry’s embrace and started to reach your phone before Harry grabbed your arm. “Y/N, me and Brooklyn weren’t right for each other. It was bound to happen at some point.”

You sighed and nodded. “So what do you wanna do then to forget about this? Do you want to throw eggs at her house?” You smiled, remembering the last time a girl broke up with Harry, the two of you got shit wasted and started to egg their house before running away when you heard police sirens.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, clearly remembering what you were referring to. “Actually, I have something else in my mind.” Harry replied, a smirk on his face.

“To be fair with you, I would rather be egging someone’s house right now.” You laughed, cracking an egg into a bowl. Harry came up beside you, hands full of all the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. He chuckled before saying, “I know but I’m in the mood for something sweet. And you know your chocolate chip cookies are to die for.” You flipped your hair back, “Oh I know.” Harry smiled at you before beginning to measure out the sugar. A devious thought popped into your head as you watched Harry. Slowly your hand started inching towards the flour bag. You grabbed a handful of flour and called out, “Harry?” As he turned to look at you properly, you released the flour into his face. You laughed loudly before adding, “Oops.” Harry smiled brightly and grabbed a handful himself and throwing it at you. The two of you began a food war, throwing handfuls of sugar and flour. Just as Harry was about to crack an egg above your head, your phone started to ring. “Time out!” You quickly yelled. Harry chuckled before nodding, starting to clean the mess you guys made. You giggled and pulled out your phone, “Hello?”

“Hey beautiful. Was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab some dinner tonight.” Louis replied on the other side of the phone. You picked a chocolate chip out of your hair and replied back, “Actually, I don’t really want to get ready to go out. Why don’t you come over with some takeout?” Louis nodded his head, already heading out the door. “Sure thing, beautiful. I’ll see you in a bit.” The two of you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up. You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry beginning to scoop out the batter and forming little balls of dough. Harry looked at you and smiled before continuing to roll out the dough, “Who was that?” You stood beside him once again, “Louis. He’s coming with dinner. You’re more than welcomed to join.”

Something in Harry suddenly clicked. Maybe he was enjoying the alone time you guys were having together but he suddenly he found himself jealous of Louis coming in the picture. He cleared his throat before subtly trying to ask, “What’s going on between the two of you anyways?”

Your cheeks instantly went red and you paused before saying, “I don’t know. We haven’t made things official but..I really like him.”

Harry nodded, his stomach instantly forming into knots. “I think I might just head home.” He then started to rinse his hands under the sink. You placed the cookies into the oven. “What? You don’t want to wait until the cookies are done?”

Harry shook his head before making his way over to you. “I think Jeff mentioned something about going out tonight anyways. I’ll see you later, ok love?” He placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you a hug.

You wore a confused look on your face before retuning the hug. You walked Harry to the door while he waved goodbye. After he left, you furrowed your eyebrows together. Weird. You quickly ran to your room and started cleaning yourself off before Louis arrived.

“God, it smells amazing in here.” Louis said while placing the Chinese takeout on the coffee table in the living room.

“Yeah. Me and Harry made some cookies earlier!” You called out, grabbing some plates and utensils from the kitchen. Louis sat on your couch, eyebrows furrowed together. “Harry was over?”

You walked back into the living room and placed the plates down. “Yeah. Him and Brooklyn broke up.” Louis nodded while staring at you opening a takeout box, “How is he?” You began scoping some rice onto your plate and replied back, “He’s actually fine.” Louis started to feel a pit of jealousy. Now that Harry was single, he could suddenly realize the perfect girl was right in front of him and..Louis couldn’t have that. He grabbed the plate out of your hands. “What are you-” you began to ask but was quickly interrupted when Louis brought his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, hands reaching behind his neck. He slowly laid you down on the couch and started to run his hand underneath your shirt.

The two of you were tangled together on the sheets of your bed. Clothes were scattered around in the hallway from the living room to your bedroom. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Louis’s naked chest while he snored the night away, hand resting on your lower back. You were about to drift off to sleep as well until a faint knock on the door made you open your eyes. You looked across Louis at the clock on the bed side table. 2:20pm. You slowly untangled from Louis. He stirred a little before cuddling more into his pillow. You grabbed his shirt and put it on before looking out of the peephole on the door.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” You asked, opening the door to see a disheveled Harry, smelling of alcohol. Harry’s eyes quickly went over your attire before he called out, “Oh no! I’m already too late aren’t I!”

You quickly shushed him and beckoned him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and quickly but gently pushed you against the door. He started to place kisses all over your face. “Harry? What’s going on?” You asked, gently pushing him away from you. Harry shook his head and tried pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be with him. We belong together.” You gasped quietly. Before you had the chance to respond, Louis came into the room with his boxers on. He looked between you and Harry. “Y/N?”


thank you guys so much for the requests and sweet messages about part 1! i hope i did everyone’s justice lol. let me know if you guys want a part 3! are you team harry or team louis? 

Niall Smut// One and Only

onedirection6 asked: Could you do a Niall imagine where you are staying at his parents’ house with your child but Maura offers to look after her for the night and things get a bit cheeky between the two of you and then the next morning they are all teasing you about it xx

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“Thank you for having us over for the weekend, Maura,” you smiled. “We, especially Jessie, were so excited to come over. Niall was really missing his family, and Jessie loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she picks up an Irish accent when she begins talking.”

Jessie was barely six months old, but she knew when she was her grandparents’ house. She loved them to pieces.

“Probably because we spoil her rotten, but I can’t help it,” Maura cooed, “She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To you and Niall, Jessie was the cutest and the best thing to ever happen to you both. At the same time, nothing was the same after her birth. Your schedules seemed to become more hectic, and when you were home together, you were both exhausted and taking care of Jessie.

“I love Jessie, but I don’t even remember the last time Niall and I had some alone time,” you admitted. “I don’t even remember the last time we had a night that wasn’t diaper or worked filled. I really miss our time together, y’know?”

“I know what you mean, but you both seem to be handling it well. But you know you always have me and Bobby, Greg and Denise. You know we can always take care of Jess,” she reminded you. “Besides, if I can take care of Niall, who wasn’t even potty trained until he was almost four,” she laughed.

“Haha, mum,” Niall half-heartedly chuckled. You laughed yourself as Niall sat down in the seat next to you. “I didn’t see the need to use the bathroom if a diaper did all the work, but you won’t think that will you?” Niall asked, talking to Jessie. “She literally just took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Well she seems to be very good at that,” you chuckled. The moment you said that Jessie’s face began to get hot and her face began to pucker. She started to wail and flare her arms while in Niall’s arms. 

“Oh, what’s wrong, Jess?” Niall asked. “Y/N, when was the last time you fed her?”

“It was half an hour ago, she can’t be hungry already. Sometimes she has gas after being changed,” you told him.

“I know, and I made sure she was all out of gas before we came downstairs. Maybe she’s too hot,” Niall said, taking off her little jacket and placing it on the table. “It that better?” Jessie only cried louder in Niall’s arms in response. “Okay, maybe your mum should hold you for awhile.”

He handed Jessie to you. You held her to your chest and rocked her in your arms, but her cries did not stop.

“Are you sure that you fed her?” 

“Yes, Niall, I remember a person sucking on my nipple.”

“Yeah, but is she receiving anything?”

“Niall, why don’t you try and feed her from your breast and tell me how it goes,” 

“Let me see her,” Maura finally said, reaching out her arms across the table. You handed Jessie to her grandmother. Maura took off Jessie’s shoes and socks and cradled her so she had access to her own toes. She slowed her crying as she began to play with the digits on her feet. You and Niall said there relieved and amazed.

“She just needed a little distraction. Babies her age just need distractions,” she smiled. “But I know you guys are staying here tonight, and Bobby is going to be home soon, so don’t you guys go upstairs for the night and relax. Jess can stay in our room tonight.”

“Oh, mum, you don’t have to–”

“No, I want to. Just get some rest and enjoy each other’s company. We’ve got her,” she told you both. “And your brother and Denise are coming in the morning so we can go to the fair in town tomorrow with Theo.”

You nodded and thanked her. You both kissed Jessie good night before retreating upstairs to Niall’s old room. Nothing about it had changed that much. They upgraded the bed so you both could stay in there. Niall bought himself a TV to put in his own room when was 18 so he could watch it when he came to visit.

“Maybe we can finally relax, watch a movie,” you suggested as you slid off your shoes and fell onto the bed. “I left a couple of bottles for Jessie in the fridge, so we can have a beer and some popcorn.”

Niall smiled and passed you a remote, “You find a movie and I’ll get the stuff.” 


The end credits of the movie rolled as you adjusted your position on the bed. Your head laid on his bare chest, and you held the popcorn bowl in your hands. 

“Y’know, right now, one of us would have been coming home from work probably exhausted. Jessie would have worn one of us out and would be asleep,” Niall said, playing with the loose hairs that didn’t make it to your ponytail. “We would sleep peacefully until Jessie would start crying for a reason beyond me, and we would wake up again.”

“And then I would wake up even though I would tell you that it was your turn,” you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, but I was thinking if you didn’t have anything to do tonight, maybe you might want to do me,” Niall mumbled under his breath, his hand running over your exposed thigh. 

“Niall, your parents are down the hall with our daughter. We’re in your old room; it’s just weird,” you chuckled, placing your hand your his and sitting up.

“Come on,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him. Your face was close enough to his for your noses to touch yours. “If it makes you feel any better, my parents are heavy sleepers down the hall. They’ll wake up if Jess cries, but they can’t hear us. I promise you.”

Your lips touched his softly before removing them, “Can you tell me something first?” He quickly nodded. “How many girls have you had in this room?”

“How many girls have I had sex with in this room or have been up here?” he asked for clarity.

“How many girls have you had sex with in your room?” you clarified, running your hand down his chest. 

“Hm, I think — no, I know that you would be the first and only girl that I’ve fucked in this room, babe. ” he assured. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking below your ear. You let out a soft groan and sighed. He pulled you closer. Your bare leg rubbed against his, closing the gap completely between you two. “Oh, I’m sorry; you never said if you still wanted to—”

You cut him off by placing your lips on his firmly. It didn’t take at all for Niall to fully respond. He used his right hand to hitch your leg over his hip before turning you over. He rubbed your thigh tenderly. Your hand traveled and played with the small brown hairs on the back of his neck. Your hand moved from the nape of his neck to jawline where he hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks, but you never minded.

“We’ll keep quiet, okay?” you told him, removing your own top for him. 

He placed both of his hands on your breast, gently squeezing them, “You’re telling me like I’m usually the issue,” he challenged. “Where were we when our hotel neighbors called the front desk for a noise complaint? New York, wasn’t it?”

You smirked, “I don’t recall. Do you mind reminding me?” 

He licked his lips before taking your right breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over your nipple while his other hand showed attention to the other. He repeated his motions but switched while you were complete bliss. Your nipples were still not as sensitive as they were before your pregnancy, but Niall still got you there. 

He moved on to kiss down your stomach making you a little self-conscious about the baby weight that he hadn’t fully lost. 

“Ni, stop,” you half-hearty laughed. 

“Why you used to love this, baby,” he reminded you before he sighed, “Is this because you haven’t fully lost the baby weight?” You nodded slowly. He titled his head as his blue eyes met yours. “Hm, don’t you do that, Y/N. You still are and look amazing. You carried my, our child, and you care for her now. You’ve never been sexier to me,” he smirked, kissing your stomach again. “Plus, a little more for cushion for the pushin’ always helps, and I thought your tits were nice before but now…” he chuckled, his hand gripping your thighs.

You chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Niall stood up and caught the pillow before it came into contact with his face. You both laughed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much, Niall,’ you whispered, caressing his face and neck, “Now, take your pants off.” He was quick to remove his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. You could slightly see his bulge in his sweats, but now it was obvious. You bit your lip, “I don’t want to wait; I want your cock right here, right now,” you mumbled in his ear before kissing behind his ear. You removed his boxers for him and threw them to the side as you kissed and sucked down his neck. You gripped his cock, giving it a couple of pumps causing him to groan. “Now I want you to sit back and relax, baby,” you told him, leading him back onto the bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rasped, sitting up against the pillows of the bed.

You crawled over and placed your self on his lap. You aggressively placed your lips on his before sinking on his member. He moaned against your lips as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours. You bit his shoulder to avoid moaning too loud. Even though Niall told you it was okay, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so god damn good,” Niall chanted, pulling your hips down against his. 

You circled his hips causing him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. A small shriek left your lips in response. You wanted to cry out; you wanted to yell and tell Niall how good he was making you feel. Your spine was tingling. You couldn’t help but yourself.

“Niall, oh my god; fuck me harder, please. I need you,” you cried out before he covered your mouth. Your cheeks became red in embarrassment out of your lack of self-control. 

“Do I have to gag you, baby,” he chuckled, “or do I just have to cover your mouth since you can’t control yourself? You hid your face in his chest after shaking your head. He slightly lifted you up and placed you on your back. Your head was close to the edge of the bed. “Good cause I still want to hear you but only you though.”

He thrusted into you again but you contained your moan before he could let it out. He leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, keeping his eyes on yours. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, tugging at them. He groaned against your breast before focusing back on you again.

“Ni, I’m so close,” you breathed out. 

“Me too, baby. Cum for me,” he demanded as he quickened his thrusts. He used his index finger to rub against your cilt, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You stifled your short gasps and cries by covering your mouth against Niall’s chest. Your inevitable orgasm finally came over you as did Niall’s. He found himself covering his our moans against your shoulder as you both reached your climaxes. 

The only noise left in the room was heavy breathing. You both just laid there, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“I don’t think we should stay here like this,” you mentioned. “Who knows who will come in our room in the morning.”

He nodded, running his hand through his hair before kissing your cheek, “I mean it differently wouldn’t be a sight for sore eyes, if you ask me,” he smiled, rolling off of you. You laughed before picking up your top from off the floor and throwing it on. 

You turned to Niall who was putting back on his underwear and pants. His hair was disheveled, a little bit of sweat laid on his forehead, and you could see the red bit marks you left on his shoulder and the slightly purple marks on your neck 

“It hurts like hell,” Niall mentioned, rubbing his shoulder. “My neck, not so much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ni,” you cooed, approaching him. You kissed his shoulder hoping he would forgive you. “Maybe no one will notice.”

“I don’t care if they do,” he told you. “Let’s just go to bed because I’m sure Jess will be looking for her mom in the morning.”


The sound of Jess crying woke up Niall’s parents who eventually woke you both up after giving her a bottle. You and Niall made your way down stairs to greet his parents, Greg, Denise, and Jess. 

You sat down with Denise and Jess, striking up a conversation and spending some time with your daughter. You learned that Theo was watching some TV in the living room while eating breakfast. You saw Niall begin a conversation with his brother.

“So, late night?” Greg asked Niall as he poured a cup of coffee. 

“I mean, we watch a movie last night but–”

“You tell me what you want, but you’re acting like I can’t see the obvious hickeys on my litter brother’s neck,” he snickered. 

Niall laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I do.” 

You over heard Niall and Greg’s conversation and subconsciously over the left side of your neck. Denise over-heard too, and only laughed at you, “So already working on baby number two in his old room?” she asked. 

Before you could come to own defense, Maura step in. “I knew I heard something last night, but Bobby said I was hearing things.”

“To be fair honey, I thought it was their TV,” Bobby responded. 

“Okay, but Niall, when I said you guys could have some alone time, I didn’t mean go to your room and fondle each other like teenagers.”

“I think they did more than fondling,” Greg added. “Y/N did quite the number on ya.”

“No, I think Niall did a major one, but I’m sure he did some we can’t see,” Denise mentioned, whispering the last part to only you.

You and Niall both were blushing pretty hard now, but you both were smiling. Niall kissed the side of your head before wrapping his arms around of you from behind. 

“Ignore them,” Niall told you. “They can’t seem to mind their own business.”

“I mean if you’re doing all your business all over the place,” Maura mentioned.

“I’m sorry, Maura, but your son is kinda a tease,” you chuckled. 

Everyone chuckled and continued their meals. Niall eventually sat down next you, his arm over the back of your chair. You were cleaning up Jess who had slightly spit up on yourself before Niall whispered in your ear, “If I’m such a tease, why don’t you meet me in the shower?”

You bit your lip, still assisting your daughter, “Will I still be the one and only?”

“The one and only.”

Caved In [ZYX/KMS] (M)

↠ minseok/yixing/f!reader; 5.4k; your boyfriend’s best friend may have a crush on you, or your boyfriend, or both of you
smut warning (it’s a little more gay than my other threesomes but hey); college au; minseok is kinda strange but also horny lmao

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with you,” Minseok says. His voice is gruff and makes your spine shiver. You can’t even look over to Yixing because you’re afraid you’ll be caught. “My dirtiest thought is what you’d feel like when I used my tongue to make you scream like Yixing does. Do you think you can be that loud for me?”

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sarcasmismyfirstlove  asked:

Hi! Can I request 42 where reader made a bet with Jason that if he survives date night like a gentleman ignoring/avoiding her flirty remarks and he wins? Btw I love Two-Timed and especially how unpredictable it was!!😘😘😘😘😘😘

A/N: This is just a teaser. I hope to finish it up this week! Keep sending in requests!


“Hey baby” Jay climbed in through the window, his hair slightly a mess. He stood behind (y/n) who was putting the final touches on her makeup. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sniffing her soft hair.

“Hey Jay” (Y/n) smiled, reaching for her earrings. She did her best to ignore Jay because Alfred would be here any minute.

“Damn we look good together” Jay whispered in (y/n)’s ear, his voice as soft as a distant thunderstorm.

“Don’t we?” (Y/n) moved aside and into their bedroom where her dress for the night hanged in its bag from the dry cleaner’s. Jay followed, laying his jacket down, and beginning to put on his red tie.

“You sure you want to go tonight, I have plenty of other ideas that we could do instead” Jay jumped onto their bed, his eyes skimming over (y/n)’s now almost naked form. God he loved when you wore red panties.

“Jay I’m sure I want to go. Bruce is expecting us and we can’t just cancel. Besides, I have an idea to make things be a whole lot more fun” (y/n) sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Jay over to her by his tie. He didn’t really fight though.

“Oh really?” Jay began kissing (y/n)’s neck. She smelled like fall. Like the crisp fresh air, of bonfires and pumpkin. Her skin was soft where his rough and he loved every bit of it.

“Really. And if you win tonight, I’m all yours as soon as we get home” (Y/n) stood up, going to her dress, and hiding it from Jay’s view. He sat still on the bed, his thoughts already wandering to what they would do much later on.

“What do I have to do to win?” (Y/n) turned, smirking. She had him hooked, and she was going to enjoy watching him squirm like a worm.

“Be a complete gentleman tonight”

“That won’t be to hard” Jay stood, grabbing his suit coat of his nightstand. Jay considered himself a gentleman, most of the time.

“I wasn’t finished. While you try to do that I will be doing my best to break you with” (Y/n) sauntered over to him, her hand brushing against his thigh, moving up slightly “small touches” she leaned against Jay getting on her toes to whisper in his ear, “low whispers” she stepped back, turning and walking away, making sure to put extra sway in her hips “tempting body movements.”

“And what if I fail?” Jay’s voice came out thick and caught. There was chance he might not survive tonight if he had to do all that.

“Then I’ll be in charge when we get home” (Y/n) grinned sadistic-ly. She had him caught so well.

“Oh, you are so on” (Y/n) turned pulling the dress on and zipping it up before turning around.

“Good, your task starts now” Her smile grew wild as Jay’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. Red was his favorite color, and he had told her on multiple occasions the he could never resist the feel of silk.

“How are you two this evening?” Alfred smiled through the review mirror as Jay opened the door for (y/n) allowing her to slide in. The slit in her dress fell a bit, causing Jay to gulp.

“Wonderful Alfred, I’m excited for the gala” (Y/n) responded, a large smile on her face. Alfred nodded before looking at Jay who was sliding in.

“And you master Todd?”

“I’m -“ (Y/n)’s hand brushed against the front of his dress pants, palming him slightly, “sorry, something caught in my throat. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be” Jay gave an unstable grin as Alfred pulled away, raising the practitioner. Jay had (y/n)’s hands pinned to her own lap in seconds.

“Doll, this game is already unfair” Jay growled, his pupils were blown and (y/n) wasn’t sure if Jay would actually last the night or not.

“Oh, so your going to admit defeat so soon? Are you sure you want to give up control tonight?” (Y/n) climbed onto her knees, sitting beside Jay, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Never” Jay growled, stiffening at the contact.

“Well then, the games have only just begun”

In This Moment - Part Two

Request: Hi. Can you write were y/n and shawn meet on a vacation? thank yu!

Word Count: 2,305

In This Moment - Part two

Shawn had been a gentleman and put his jacket around my shoulders, as we were walking down the beach. I think, he’d noticed, the little goose bumps on my body, therefore hurried to wrap it around me.

“I love it here” I said, looking at the water.

“Me too, it’s so peaceful” Shawn agreed with me.

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anonymous asked:

a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Part one here. 

Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Dominant!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, hospital handjob, cocky asshole Jungkook

Word Count: 1.2k

“Bend over.” He said sharply and the next thing y/n knew she was bent over and he was delivering sharp hits to the flesh on her ass. Counting out loud like he requested for her to. Without any warning he grabbed her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, along with her soaked baby pink panties.

 "Fuck you’re soaking. Your lips looks so inviting.“ He murmured more to himself before pushing down his shorts along with his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance. Using her juices to libricate and tease her, circling around her clit a few times and hearing the heavy breaths and whines that she tried to hold back. 

He smirked, finally easing himself in and fucking her at a slow and steady pace. Wanting to hear her moan and beg for him to go faster, but trust him. This was just as painful for him, he was ready to fuck the shit out of her like he would any other girl but something about y/n made him want to tease her and make her beg. 

 "Fuck, please..” He got her first cry for more and couldn’t help the growing smirk as he pushed himself a little deeper and began going slightly faster but it wasn’t fast enough to get her off. 

 "What was that kitten?“ He asked, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he continued his slow ministrations and watched as she tried to grind herself into him more. 

 "Faster please.” Y/n cringed at her whines, feeling like a needy brat but he was the one that made her all hot and bothered. 

 "What was that?“ He asked, playing innocent and to be honest it was pissing y/n off that she was ready to pull herself off him, go shower and finish herself off.  

"I swear to god–fuck!” Y/n was about the scold the boy for his teasing when he began picking up the pace and pounding into her at a steady rhythm. Y/n rocked her hips backs and forth so her ass met Jungkook’s pelvis and carried a steady pattern. 

 "Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.“ He muttered, sweat trickling down his chest and beads forming on his forehead. Y/n felt the locker room heat up and could just picture the mirrors fogging up. How everyone would walk in once they were finished and it would smell of sweat and sex. 

But all that was pushed to he back of her mind as she felt her stomach tighten and the same feeling she would get when close to her own orgasm. "Shit Daddy.” She couldn’t even believe the words spilling from her lips, y/n never thought she would have a daddy kink but I guess you learn something new everyday, even about yourself. 

The words made her cringe but it encouraged Jungkook to speed up hair movements. Bringing the two to an intense orgasm to which y/n couldn’t help the loud cry out once she came around him. 

Jungkook’s head thrown back which his eyes shut as he shot his load into her. Y/n didn’t even care at this point, her legs were so sore and wobbly she couldn’t barely stand. 

 "Fuck yes.“ Jungkook breathed, finally pulling out and cleaning himself off before tossing y/n the towel to her which she caught quickly and cleaned herself up. Did she really just fuck Jungkook? She thought to herself. Expecting him to leave quickly he didn’t, he stood around and watched y/n pull her panties and shorts back up and pull her hair back into a pony tail. 

 "So what does this make us?” Jungkook asked and y/n looked at him, still surprised he even stuck around after what just happened. 

 "Nothing. It was a small fuck. I’m tired. Bye.“ She grabbed her bag and quickly made her way towards the exit which Jungkook quickly blocked causing her to sigh and look at him. Waiting for him to move but he didn’t. 

 "Just a small fuck? So that’s all that was to you?” He asked and y/n wondered why he was getting so upset over something so stupid. Hasn’t he done this with many girls and just walked out straight after? 

 "I don’t have time for this Jungkook! I have to go!“ She said trying to push past him but he didn’t move at all. 

 "Not until you agree to a date with me.” Why was he trying so hard to fucking be with me? She thought, still annoyed that he wasn’t moving and she could tell he wasn’t going to any time soon. 

 "Fine! Just fucking move.“ She yelled, Jungkook was a little hurt but moved so she could leave. She felt a little bad that she had been rude to him when all he wanted was to go on a date with her. But she knew how Jungkook played, on and off the field. She knew that he would just treat her like a toy like he has done in the past with other girl. 

But Jungkook knew y/n would be different, as cliche as it sounded he wanted to at least try with her. Y/n walked to the door, grey sweat pants with a black t-shirt and no bra. Her hair down for once as she answered the door to see Jungkook at the door wearing a white shirt, ripped blue jeans, a black jacket and some brown timberland boots. 

 "Jungkook? What are you doing here?” She asked and he raised his eyebrows. 

“I thought we had a date.” Y/n pulled her lips into a straight line as she went slightly wide eyed. She didn’t expect him to take her serious, she thought by her tone he would’ve backed off. Obviously not. She felt a little bad, he came all this way to have a date with her and she didn’t want to let him down. 

 "Oh that is tonight? I thought it was tomorrow. Just let me go change! Um make yourself at home.“ She said letting him into her apartment which might not be the the first time he’s been in thanks to Misa. Y/n hurried to her room and threw on a bra and some black jeans and sneakers. 

Brushing her hair and quickly doing her make up, making sure she looked okay. When she walked out Jungkook was sitting on the couch. Watching TV as if he lived here. Y/n walked over and caught his attention. 

 "Ready?” She asked and he nodded, turning off the TV as they both walked to the door and just before y/n was about to walk out with Jungkook behind her he yanked her wrist and made her look at him.

 "I know I haven’t been so good with girls in the past, but please just give me a chance to prove myself. I can be so much better.“ He said cupping her cheeks, he didn’t know why y/n made him feel like this. He would never be this way with other girls. 

 Y/n bit her lip, trying to think of how to answer that. Could Jungkook really change for her? She thought, she had already driven him to the hospital without hesitation, given him a handjob in hospital cause he couldn’t do it himself, fucked him in a locker room and even let him cum in her. 

 She had already taken so many risks so why not take another, one last time?

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It’s About Time

Requested by an Anon: Can you do an imagine where the reader is with Juice and is Chibs’ daughter. Juice and reader have been married long before he ever joined the club and everyone finds out the two are married and is surprised except Chibs.

AN: I’ve changed time frames, to make the story work.

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The Missing Case of Lance McClain

When Keith stepped out of the meeting room he quickly ducked to the right to take his hair down. Letting it flutter over his shoulders, he sighed.
Hunk watched with a sad expression, putting on a smile to comfort his friend, “I hope it is going well at least,”
“I think it is,” Keith glanced at him, “Or it’s going horrible and I’m just delusional,”
Hunk chuckled then trailed off, eyeing the clock, “Keith, shouldn’t you be heading home?” He inquired from the back, cleaning out the glasses with a dish towel.
Strolling over to the island table, Keith casually leaned against it and shook his head, “I can’t,” he tells the lovable bartender, “This meeting is drawing out. We are just on a break,” Not that he enjoyed sharing their meeting at a bar in the first place, it was different simply because it was Hunk’s place. He kept it clean, very classy.
“I don’t know how you can keep up with those guys,” Hunk shakes his head, “I don’t understand half of what they are saying,”
“It’s not easy,” Keith shrugs, grateful when Hunk slide over a small drink to him. Knowing his friend would keep the drink light, especially for tonight, he chugged it down without much thought. Exhaling at the slight burning sensation of the alcohol, he handed the glass back to him.
“How long do you boys have left?”
“Not sure,”
“Lance must be waiting for you,” Hunk shifts his gaze a little, like he wants to say something else but is holding back. Keith curses, glancing at the time. That’s right, he told Lance he would be home 30 minutes ago.
Saluting Hunk, he steps away to pull out his phone. Quickly dialing his boyfriend’s number he barely waited a second before there was an answer.
“Keith?”
“Hey, Babe,” he moves to a quiet area, plugging his other ear to hear Lance better.
“You still at Hunk’s?” Lance asked.
“The meeting-” Keith was cursing himself, “I’m so sorry Lance, I’m late. I know we agreed to have dinner tonight but the meeting isn’t even close to getting done. I might not be home until late,” he kicks his shin, despising his inability to simply make time for the love of his life.
There is a small sigh from the other end, “This is the 5th time,”
Keith’s heart aches, “I know,” He wanted to say he would make it up to Lance, and they could share dinner a different night, but he had said that four times already. “Lance, honey I-”
There is a small chuckle, “It’s okay, Keith,”
“What?” he could hardly believe his ears
“We’ll just plan for another night. I know you’ve been busy and I know this is important to you,”
In fact, it had been Keith’s dream for years. Shiro and him were finally going to open their own business, taking on the world together just like they had planned as children. Of course Lance and Allura were apart of this plan now, which Keith was thrilled about, but the planning and getting it all up, assuring that nothing went wrong, was drawing out.
He had to cancel every date for the last two months with Lance. The only time he seemed to see him anymore was early in the morning just before he headed out or late at night, when Lance had already gone to bed for his own day at work.
They had been dating for over two years now, having met at college. Having crushed on Lance since their freshman year, he still couldn’t believe someone as amazing as him loved a hot head like himself.
“I promised I’d be there,” Keith sighs heavily. He new Allura and Shiro had been having similar problems with their relationship, but he still managed to make time for her and didn’t cancel 5 dates in a row….
Keith needed to ask his secret.
“And you’ll just be back a little later than planned,” there is a soft undertone to Lance’s voice. It’s hard for Keith to tell if Lance really means it or is just putting up a brave front. “I’ll see you more when your business finally gets going and you don’t have to suck up to all these men in suits,” Lance assures him.
Touched, feeling as though he just fell in love with Lance a bit more with how understanding he was, he smiles, “I love you,”
Lance giggles, “I love you too. So go knock the socks off those business men. I’ll see you when I see you,”
No tomorrow, no tonight, just at some point- because they both knew Keith’s promises meant very little at this point. That fact hurt, but Keith swallows it down.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Again, I’m so sorry, Lance. I hope you weren’t planning anything big or had to cancel anything because of this,”
“I actually made dinner, so no it wasn’t anything big. Just an evening at home is what I thought we could do. It just leaves more spaghetti for me.”
Keith mentally groans in distress. He loved Lance’s home made spaghetti- how was he possibly missing this??
“That sounds amazing right now,”
Lance purposively takes bite, drawing out a delighted humming noise, “You are missing out. My cooking skills knows no bounds in the world of spaghetti~”
“I am,” he agrees. There is a long pause that turned into a moment too long, “Lance?”
There was no reply at first.
“Lance, baby? You still there?”
“I uh- Yeah.”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” he tells him. “You do what you have to do, sweet heart. I love you,”
Keith can already see the men beginning to enter the room. In any other case, he would have stayed to ask what was on Lance’s mind, but he could see Shiro waving for him to come back. He thought that if he could finish this meeting soon, he could surprise Lance and be home within the next hour or so. “Yeah, I gotta go. You sure you are okay? You aren’t mad?”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Keith. Just some dinner. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge and we can try to have lunch together or something,” Lance assures him with a bubbly voice. Keith, like a fool, believed him.
With a kissing sound, he said goodbye and hung up.
He should have kept talking to him.
He should have gone home to be with him.
He should have thought it was weird how Lance was quiet for so long.
————————-
“It wasn’t a big deal, Keith. Just some dinner. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge and we can try to have lunch together or something,” Lance assures him.
There is a pause on the other end of the line before Keith mumbles a goodbye to him and makes a kiss noise. Not much of a goodbye, but Lance couldn’t really complain at this point.
Listening to the to silence of his phone, Lance slowly lowered his palm back to his lap. Sinking into his chair, he sighs, looking over the set up he had spent hours making.
Candle lit dinner surrounded by roses and quiet music.
He had hand made the dinner, gotten Keith’s favorite wine- hell, he even dressed up all nice to surprise Keith when he got home.
He lied when he said it wasn’t a big deal to him. Reaching into a pocket, Lance pulled out a small box. Popping it open he stared at the ring inside.
They say third time’s the charm, but they just bombed their fifth attempt. Was the universe just against him getting Keith to himself long enough to propose? Was it so hard?
He had even gotten Hunk involved in this, asking for him to help pick out the ring with him 2 months ago. Since coming into possession of it, there had been nothing but problems in them meeting up.
Keith was just too busy. When lance did manage to see him, he was so tired- he couldn’t bare to take more of his sleep away.
Lance knew this is what Keith wanted, and he did his best to be supportive and understanding. The first month was easy and the second one got a little difficult. They were rounding month three here soon, and Lance was feeling a little… neglected?
He shouldn’t be.
Keith still loved him- he just couldn’t be around.
He just had to be patient.
Sighing, knowing he should get all of this cleaned up, he blew out the candles. He didn’t want Keith to come home to see all of this and feel guilty- especially after telling him it was fine.
Quickly brushing the petals into a little pile to sweep up later, he went to grab the broom. Navigating their quiet home, located out in the suburbs of the city, Lance purposively clicked on some depressing music to listen to.
Of course the first thing to come on was Celine Dion’s All by myself.
He dramatically sang along to the tune, hoping that accepting his loneliness would make some of the pain go away. It wasn’t really working.
Turning the music off, Lance paused at the sound of creaking down the hall. Recalling the sound from earlier during his call with Keith, he turned on the hallway light and peered down it. Thinking it was their cats, he clicked his teeth to get them to come forward.
“Blue, Red,” he says, “Come give me some sugar in my time of need,” he whines at them. Rounding the corner, he peered into his living room to find nothing. He stepped in to squint under the couch and around them, knowing their cats like to lollygag around the premises. “Blue? Red?” he inquired. Locating Blue below the chair in the corner of the room, he smiled at her. “Hey beautiful,” he was shocked when she hissed at him. “That isn’t nice,” he scolded, “What did I do?”
A moment later she shot out, scrambling past his knees. Feeling a chill creep up his spine he turns to follow her. She ran past the window, which had been lifted, opened to the world outside. Not recalling leaving the window open, he closed and relocked it.
Officially freaked, always hating being home alone, he quickly scurried back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. He had just managed to grab the plates when the creaking noise returned.
When he turned, he screamed.


(I was asked to show my angst fics… well here is one! I love mystery, so I’ll do my best to write it!!)

anonymous asked:

Sea, why do you say the idea of Louis is in all Harry's songs in his album? Because I only see it in two ghost and in sweet creature, and in the second one Harry said it wasn't about Louis, so... :( Thanks for your answer! ^^

On one level, it’s just something I feel in my gut. It’s not a good answer, because it sounds vague and biased, and I can’t prove the way I feel. But I’ll try to pin down my reasons here.

Harry writes from personal experience, and for the last few years, much of his experience has been spent on the road, isolated from his family and friends. His songs allude to hotel rooms, loneliness, waiting, pining, feeling abandoned, then finding consolation and validation. They show the intense pain, anger, and guilt of being jealous. They express a conflict that has been pushed down and silenced (“Just stop your crying”), and the protectiveness and urgency he feels in escaping (“the bullets”— can’t be any clearer). They express the oblique, witty, sometimes sarcastic joy (witty in Carolina, sarcastic in Kiwi) of being able to shout out internal jokes that someone— his intended listener— will understand.

His songs use details that seem vague to us, with multiple possible meanings (“I gotta get better” in Meet Me in the Hallway, “empty at the news” in Ever Since New York), yet with specific details (“fridge light washes this room white,” “couple more tattoos” in Two Ghosts) that are signals to the intended listener— the listener knows the references to them, and knows the song is about specific episodes in their lives. These words feel special, in the way that they have been jotted down and preserved for their special reasons.

In his Rolling Stone interview, Harry allegedly told CC that the album was inspired by one woman, a longterm relationship, to whom he wanted to tip his hat— to give his whole hat, in fact. Later he changed his mind and said the album was about himself, yet I remember Harry saying that the person for whom the songs were written would recognize his references, and that each song was written for one particular listener.

I think that as songwriters, Harry and Louis know these songwriting tricks, to write at multiple levels at once— a superficial, generalized layer for popular consumption, and a specific, detailed, personal layer for themselves, and at times for other songwriters. I think they’ve always done this, from Happily and Something Great and Strong, to Stockholm Syndrome and Home.

I was chatting with @annalarrie about it just now. Louis wrote “Home” with a lot of layers too. On the surface, the lyrics are about reassurance that one’s feelings about attraction to another person is valid, no matter what— and that One Direction supports you. Beneath, the harmonic progression says the same thing. The song starts in the tonic chord, or home key. Every line in the verse ends in the home key. The chorus wanders away from home very briefly, but every line still comes back to the tonic key. Here, the Roman numeral (I) depicts the chords that end in the home key.

[Liam:]
Make a little conversation (I)
So long I’ve been waiting (I)
To let go of myself and feel alive (I)

[Niall:]
So many nights I thought it over (I)
Told myself I kind of liked her (I)
But there was something missing in her eyes (I)

[Harry:]
I was stumbling, looking in the dark (ohho) (I)
With an empty heart (I)
But you say you feel the same
Could we ever be enough? (I)
Baby we could be enough (I)

[All:]
And it’s alright (I)
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight (I)
When you’re lost, I’ll find the way
I’ll be your light (I)
You’ll never feel like you’re alone

[Louis:]
I’ll make this feel like home (I)

As if to drive the point home (haha!), Louis HIMSELF sings the line, “I’ll make this feel like home,” and then repeats it, at the end.

The image “When I run out of road, you bring me home” in “Sweet Creature” might be an answer to the song “Home.” As the bears have told us, the word “home” has a heavy weight in the One Direction dictionary (tattooed on both Harry and Louis). And do you really believe Harry’s denial on the Cooper Lawrence interview? If anything, his answer was a confirmation that the song was written for Louis. The timing of the songwriting is pretty great too (February 2016).

The feeling that Harry’s album refers to Louis doesn’t mean it’s all about Louis and nothing else. I think as musicians, they have a special understanding of the ways songs can work, and a special appreciation of the way songs can publicly declare something that, say, an interview cannot.

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Requested by mira-mage-mira


You cursed the contraption around your neck, and you cursed the person who put it there. Of course, not out loud. The man controlling you would hear and give you a painful shock if he knew you were being disobedient.

From your perch on the top of a skyscraper, you could see most of San Fransokyo.

“Your target is right below you,” your handler told you through your earpiece. You unfurled your wings and dove off of the building. You ignored the screams of the people below, only focusing on the man you had to stop. One you were within range, you shot a bolt of lightning at the man. However, some sort of ball hit the man first, and it encased him in some kind of substance that dispersed the electricity.

“Sorry, sir,” a tall woman apologized. She broke another colored ball over his head, which melted the goo. “I figured you’d rather be covered in stuff than electrocuted.”

However, before you could try again to go after your target, a boy riding what looked like a large red robot stepped in front of you.

“I have some concerns,” the robot commented, his hand held up like he was saying something important.

“Yeah, so do I,” the boy stated. “Why are you after him?”

“It’s not-” you started, though you were cut off with a scream as the collar sent a shock through your body.

“Patient is being electrocuted,” the robot commented.

“We need to get that collar off of her, Hiro” another male voice added. You couldn’t tell where it came from. “I don’t want to try to laser it off.

“On it,” the boy, Hiro, stated, jumping off of the robot and going towards you. He looked closely at the collar, as you just watched him, afraid to say anything for fear of another shock. “It’s some kind of electronic lock.” He started poking at the collar, and after a little bit, it opened up and fell to the ground. You were free.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, pulling your savior into a hug.

Hiro laughed and hugged back, patting your back. “Don’t mention it,” he replied. The rest of his team was gathered around now, looking at you. Hiro introduced each of them for you, and you introduced yourself in return. “So, uh, why do you have wings and electricity powers?”

You shrugged. “Science?” you replied. “Experimentation.”

“Ha! Knew it!” Fred exclaimed. He pointed to Honey Lemon. “Told you.”

“Where do you live? We can take you home,” Hiro offered.

“With the guy who did this to me and put that on me,” you replied, pointing at the collar.

“Okay, well…” Hiro said, trailing off to think. “I’ll take you to my Aunt Cass. She might know something we can do. And at the very least, there’s, uh, a spare bed for tonight. Baymax will be able to monitor you to make sure there’s no after-effects of the shock and everything.

You smiled at the team of heroes, especially Hiro. He was very well named. “Thank you so much, really. Let me know if there’s anything I can do in return.”

“Well, I’m sure H-” Gogo started with a smirk, cutting herself off when Wasabi elbowed her with a glare.

Raphael, the Dog Lover (TMNT)

This is the pitbull thing that was requested a while ago and I figured I’d write it while I’m in the swing of writing requests. ^.^ Plus this so cute and I love doggies…

My only issue is because I love doggies, I know there are several breeds of dog that are called ‘pit bull’. It’s a type of dog, not a breed. Personally I’m going to write the dog as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Why? My own dog is a staffie, and a recuse for that matter.

Serious note before we get onto the fic, pit bulls are often victimised by the media but the dogs are sweethearts and anyone who knows anything about the breed is well aware of this. Owners are to blame. I say this as someone who owns a dog who was quite nasty when I got her. Now she is very sweet. Her old owner used to beat her. I think that speaks miles about it. Because of this abuse of the breeds known as pitbulls, most of them end up in shelters. About half a million pit bulls are euthanised in shelters every year, about 40% of all dogs euthanised. (Not that kill shelters aren’t a problem in and of themselves) Please, please, please, if you’re thinking of getting a dog, consider a pit. It’s a bit of a long story and this foreword is getting too long as it is, but my pitbull saved myself and my sister from being murdered. And it’s not we might have been hurt, we would have died. I’ll never forget that. And I’m not trying to say another dog breed wouldn’t do that, all dogs would but that’s my point. Pits are not these evil creatures the media makes them out to be. They’re dogs.

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Raphael sighed, as he ventured the rooftops. Alone. Unusual for this time of night. He should be heading home, with his brothers but tonight had been different. He’d had a small… Exchange with Mikey forcing Leo and Donnie to step in- But dammit Mikey had started it with that dumb prank!

So now, he was taking the long way home. Descending from the city buildings, he made his way into the alleyway, only to hear… Whimpering? It was a strange noise but in a city like this it was one he could recognise as a dog. There were so many pet pooches around, he’d grown used to their noises.

While he could have just went home and forgot about the whole thing, he was up for anything in order to avoid going home to confront his family. So follow it he did, tracking the noise to the back of some garbage cans.

Lying there, nursing a clearly broken paw and a skeletal body, was the thinnest dog Raphael had ever seen. She whimpered and whined, licking at the blood seeping from the wound.

Raphael grunted a little, the sight unnerving him. Poor dog, how had she gotten into such a state? He wondered. “ Yer not lookin’ yer best, are ye, girl? ” He asked, making a few soft kissy noises to get her attention.

In response the dog’s head snapped up, her ears pinned back, a low growl escaping a throat. Raph slowly raises his hands.

“ S'alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya, ” He assured, trying to work out how to calm the canine. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wrapper. It was just a cereal bar, mostly oatmeal and honey. He usually carried one or two on him, for working out if he got hungry so he didn’t need to stop. Unwrapping it, he held it out carefully to her.

The dog seemed to give a small sniff, examining the extended morsel before giving a few uncertain licks. Having come to the decision it was not dangerous and tasted good, she wolfed it down, her tail wagging heavily; beating against the ground.

“ There’s a good girl. Were you hungry? ” He asked, very slowly moving a hand towards her to sniff, clenched in a fist. At the sight, the dog howled, whimpering and trying to back off. Quickly Raph stopped and she calmed. He paused for a moment, frowning before he tried it again, his hand held loosely now. She seemed more calm with this, her wet nose rubbing his scales.

Raph clenched his teeth a little. “ It was a person that did this to you, wasn’t it girl? ” He asked, as she continued to explore his hand with her tongue. He wasn’t really sure why he was talking to the dog, she couldn’t talk back, it just felt more natural than silence.

After staying there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, slowly building up some trust with her; Raph very carefully moved to slip his strong arms beneath her, scooping her up, paying no mind to the blood that coated his arm now.

The dog seemed somewhat happy to have the pressure taken off of her leg, it seemed. Slightly less so about the smell of the sewer.

Upon arriving, Mikey was the first to greet him, as usual. Looking up from the comic he was reading, he took a moment to register before gasping in shock.

“ Dude, that’s a dog, ” He said, leaning over the couch, childishly. Raph grunted.

“ Yes, Mikey, she’s a dog, ” Raph agreed, making his way to Donnie’s lab.

“ What’s wrong with her leg? And how’d you know she’s a she? ” Mikey asked.

“ Someone hurt her… And you can tell on pitbulls, ” He responded.

“ Pitbull? ” Donnie looked up from his work as Raph walked in, the messy bundle of chocolate and white fur in his arms still. Studying the creature as he rose out of his chair, he corrected, “ Actually I think she’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. While Pitbull is technically correct, that’s a type of dog, not a breed. ”

“ Whatever you say Kennel Club, can you help her? ” Raph asked nervously.

“ I don’t know, I’m no vet… I’ll call April and Casey, if they’re free I’ll ask one of them to take her to a vet. I’ll try and make her comfortable until then, ” Donnie agreed, clearing a space on the table for her while searching for his phone.

“ Al'ight, but don’t mess around, ” Raph agreed, patting soft ears as he placed her down.

-

It was a week later when Raph got a call. From April. Placing his weights to the side, he grabbed his phone and answered.

“ Hey? ” He asked, wondering what she wanted.

“ Hey, Raph, it’s about that dog you found. The vet’s prescribed her a medical plan and they’ve operated on her leg but they’ve had to amputate it, ” At the mention of this, Raph winced at the memory of the mangled leg. He wasn’t surprised, it’d been a mess. “ She’s really underweight but the vet says she should make a full recovery and she should still be able to walk once she figures out how to balance, ” April finished.

“ That’s great, I’m glad she’s doing good, ” Raphael told her, as he picked up a bottle of energy drink, downing half the bottle.

“ Yeah but now they want to know what to do with her. The state could take her but… The nearest shelter is a high kill one. So the vet asked if I wanted to take her… But I really don’t have the time for a dog. ”

“ You’re asking me if I want her? ” Raph asked.

“ Yeah, I am… I guess if you don’t we could try and find someone el- ”

“ No, ” He cut her off. “ I’ll take her, ” He agreed without a moment of hesitation. Master Splinter was going to kill him.

But it was the right thing to do.

-

Once she got home, she was like a new dog. Raph could hardly believe this dog April had brought with her was the same pitbull he’d found last week.

“ Thatta girl, ” He praised, rubbing her belly as she ambled over to him, still trying to perfect the balance of running on only three legs.

“ Are you going to name her? ” Leo asked, watching vaguely amused from the couch.

“ Name her? ”

“ Well, duh, she needs a name, ” Mikey quipped in response. “ I vote for Turtledog. Like Batdog, but a turtle. ”

Raphael rolled his eyes, considering for a moment. “ I don’t know, I’m no good at names, ” He admitted.

“ What about Tenshi? ” Leo offered idly. While Raph’s Japanese might not have been as great as his brothers, he could translate that well enough, Angel.

“ Mm, I guess it’s better than Turtledog, ” Raph agreed, chuckling as he pet her ears.

“ Oh and Raph, the vet mentioned something else, ” April said.

“ Really what? ”

“ Just to mention she’s recently had pups. Maybe she was part of a puppy farm and they decided they didn’t want her anymore? ” April offered, trying to explain it somehow.

Raphael nodded, looking back to Tenshi as she snuggled up to him. A sigh escaped him, “ Where are your babies girl? I hope they’re doing better than you were. ”

-

The next day, Raph was walking Tenshi. It was a little hard, given he had to avoid being seen and let her pee and all, but he managed it. Somehow. He didn’t have a leash but he didn’t seem to need one, as she happily plodded along.

At some point however, she seemed to be leading him, rather than him her.

“ Tenshi, Tenshi c'mere, where ye going girl? ” He called after her, carefully following as she crossed the street. This was near where he’d found her, only maybe a block or so away.

He continued to follow her, all the way to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, continuing to call after her but stubbornly she seemed to be ignoring him. Once inside, he followed her further, round the back of some dusty crates that hadn’t been touched in what could have been years.

There he found something most unusual. Tucked into a makeshift bed of the sheets that used to cover crates were four skinny puppies, guarded by a Dalmatian; his face battle scarred and worn.

Tenshi greeted the other dog happily, nuzzling and licking faced as Raph followed curiously. Upon getting closer the Dalmatian snarled, baring his fangs however Tenshi happily trotted up to him and pressed some slobbery kissed to his leg and the spotty dog accompanying her seemed to understand.

“ Tenshi, these are your babies, ” Raph said happily, a very proud smile on his face, his heart melting. He was glad his brothers weren’t around to see him consumed by his soft side. Carefully holding out a hand to pet the Dalmatian who was now equally as curious about him, he smiled. “ Is this yer mate? Has he been looking after yer pups? He’s a good boy, ” He praised, ruffling his ears.

“ C'mon, ” He said, gathering up the pups in the sheet with no protest from either parent. “ Let’s go home, all of us. ”

-

A year later, Raph lounged by the TV. To one side of him Tenshi was snuggled up to him. Her stomach was once more swollen with pups, she’d give birth soon. By his feet lay her loyal protector and 'Raph’s good boy’, Butch the Dalmatian. Only two of their first litter still remained in the Lair. Turtledog, who was of course Mikey’s bundle of fun and Hana (Flower in Japanese) who had become something of a therapy dog for Master Splinter. Beowulf and Godzilla were never far behind their master, Casey.

“ You want some beef jerky? ” Raph offered the dogs and at the mention of 'beef jerky’ Turtledog had somehow appeared from the woodwork for her fair share of the food. Hana didn’t seem so bothered, resting still by Splinter’s feet.

Looking around him, Raph was very happy he had decided to keep Tenshi. She had only brought their family happiness. She was an angel, just with four legs and a tail rather than wings.

Dom Perignon (Simon x reader)

Originally posted by neganfreakydeaky

Summary: Simon and the reader go on a very special run together.

A/N: This is inspired by the songs Sweet Disaster by DREAMERS (lyrics in italics). The story doesn’t have to do much with it though, just a few lines that reminded me of Simon. Also, this is my first ever Simon fic so go easy on me. 

Thanks to @my-wickedone for helping me!! :) And I’m tagging @simons-thirst-squad because, well, Simon. 

Word count: 2,745

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: alcohol, some swearing, killing walkers, making out

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my bully but yet my lover: E.C

I feel like making one that wasn’t Carl but is Ethan seems more fun cause well who does wanna bit of Ethan Cutkosky cause why the fuck no gotta have the boy in this. Also no hate to Ethan just in this he is a dick but I know he is a really nice guy.


WARNING: BULLYING, SELFHARM AND ALL THAT IF THIS ISN’T IN YOUR COMFORT ZONE PLEASE DON’T READ FOR YOUR OWN SAKE. IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO MESSAGE ME CAUSE I DON’T WANT ANYONE TO HARM THEMSELVES.

You and Ethan have been what they call ‘enemies with feelings’, Ethan has bullied you for quite some time, he ‘hated’ you and you disliked him. You both use to best friends but apparently when you two got to middle school you were up with the ‘swag’ and he ditched you, then bullied you. Somedays you want to knock some sense into him but other days you just wanna hold him and cry your heart out, but you knew you couldn’t so you had to deal with your problems alone. It was currently 8 in the morning, you were getting ready for school, you didn’t wanna go. Well if it isn’t obvious enough you didn’t wanna face Ethan again, well like he has been, you want him to change back and well be nice and not be an absolute dick. You wore ripped jeans, you Nirvana t-shirt and a black jacket to cover well you fresh cuts, you hated life tbh. You wanted to leave but you didn’t want to leave your mom devastated so you stayed for her.

You tied you shoes, threw your hair up into a messy bun, then left your room.You looked back thinking ‘Maybe I can fake sick. But I’ve made it this far so I guess I’ll go.’ You walked into the kitchen and grabbed you lunch, your mom left you a note that said the same thing every day ‘Have a lovely day sweetie, I’ll see you tonight.’ But you know you wouldn’t see her cause when you get home, you go straight back to your room. You walked out the door of the house making sure you locked it, you walked down the street, you heard the laugh you know too well.

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EXO GIF React - You Being Important Person at SM/Being Busier Than Them

Request: Hello there. Can you do an exo reaction when youre their gf and youre one of the most important people in SM plus youre busier than them? I hope you get what i mean! And thank you wish you have a good daaaay.

A/N: HELLO! You’re my very first request on this blog. I’m crying so hard rn. I’m so happy. And I think I’ve got it. Like maybe you being an important idol at SM, or maybe being a manager, or just someone with a high position in general. You would be loads busy!

Okay, this is my first one, so I will try my best. 

Please bear with me and take care of me! <3

Note: I’m doing this one ot9 because the request makes it kind of difficult for me to write a reaction about LuTaoRis, since they’re no longer part of SM Entertainment. But otherwise, I will try to make most requests ot12.

I realize there are only 9 now, but it is a personal choice to include all 12.

*bc luhan is my bias. there, i said it* <3

Also, sorry these get longer as I go down the list. I tried to keep them rather short, but I just had so much to say about the members.

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baekhyun: i feel like he’d be super whiny, but that teasing/playful type of whiny where he misses you even though he understands that you’re busy. 

“jagi i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever! you seem busier than i am these days.”

but tbh i also think he’d be the type to grab you by surprise when he sees you walking down the hallway, just to give you a quick kiss.

chanyeol: i think he’d be similar to baekhyun in the sense that he would be whiny and needy for attention. just imagine him whining with that deep voice of his!

“hi jagi!”

he’d probably be the type to wave hello at you EVERY TIME you pass him in  the SM building. i also think he and baekhyun would go the most out of their way to make you smile if you look stressed or you’re having a bad day.

not that the others wouldn’t. just that baek and chan would take it as their personal mission in life–for the day.

d.o.: of all the members, i think he’s one of the top three who would most be concerned with your health if they see you’re overworking yourself. he would probably try to get you something to snack on or some tea. something quick and nice to make your day better.

he would miss you and want to spend time with you. but rather than burdening you with complaints, he would shower you with affection. without many words though, since we know soo is rather the silent type.

“you should get some rest, you’re overworking yourself.”

sehun: our little maknae is used to being loved and coddled, which is understandable since he is the youngest in exo. so i feel like he’d be even needier than chan and baek. 

he’d probably be texting you with cute but whiny little texts.

“jagi,” or noona, since i feel like he’d be into girls who are older than him. “how long has it been since we spent time together? i can’t even remember what you look like.”

“sehunnie, i saw you this morning…”

suho: he is a more understanding person, especially because he of all people in exo know what its like to be busy.i mean, he is the leader of exo–the guardian–and he takes care of all the members like they’re his little brothers. 

also, of the three that i mentioned earlier that would be the most understanding, he would be one of them.

he would definitely miss you and would be upset that you were busy. but he would smile through it, for your sake. he would also try to take care of you as best he can.

“if you need anything, just send me a message. you’ll get through today. FIGHTING!”

he’d even probably send you one of his infamous dad jokes in a lame attempt to make you crack a smile.

lay: another who would be super understanding and sweet–probably the sweetest of all. yixing would treat you so well, and would go out of his way to see you if even for a few minutes throughout the work day.

he would also worry a lot about you and ask every so often how you were feeling with your schedules.

“when we get home tonight i’ll treat you to dinner and then we can just cuddle together.”

chen: he would be that whiny self, the king of whining. 

with his famous, “ah waeee?”

jongdae would let you know that he doesn’t like the way work isn’t letting you both spend time with each other. 

“when are we gonna have time for ourselves?”

kai: another maknae. but even though he’s a maknae, along with his fellow member oh sehun, i feel like jongin would be more understanding as well. occasionally he might make a remark or two and be a bit whiny.

but he is rather reserved.

and then there’s the fact that he only has sisters. a boy being raised around only girls makes them behave a bit differently, mostly if the sisters are older. which is the case with jongin.

“i miss you, jagi. lets try to get together when we have some time.”

xiumin: ah xiumin xiumin xiumin. another one who i feel would be in between whiny and non whiny. like it could probably go either way, depending on how you look that morning. like if you look super stressed he would most definitely take care of you.

but if you look like you’re having a good day, he’d probably catch you in the hallway and tell you in a whiny voice that he misses you.

“i just want schedules to be done for the day so i can spend time with my favorite person.”

ENDING NOTE: remember guys, this is just my honest opinion and its my first gif reaction post. so please bear with me. i’m sure they’ll get better as we go along.

thank you for the requests! have a nice day!

Coffee & Lyrics { 19&53 }; W O O Z I

[ bf!jihoon x reader ]

word count: 527
genre: fluff
a/n: i screamed for the second time after receiving this request from lunarjihoon !!! i swear i fangirl-ed right away!! AHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and i hope you like this!

Glancing at the clock; it says 7:03 am, Jihoon should be up by this time. I placed both of our mugs, filled with brewed coffee, on the counter and started frying pancakes. After cooking, I went alert because of his absence. Why is he taking so long to get up?

I made my way towards our room, and a sleeping Jihoon was the first thing I saw. I went closer to the bed and started shaking his bare shoulders.

“Babe, wake up. It’s pass seven already.” I said.

No response.

“Wake up. You have to go to your studio today.”

Still no response.

“Yah, Lee Jihoon, are you not waking up? I’m starting to lose my patience!”

And with that, he flipped from his original position and opened his eyes, looking at me with no hint that we has deeply sleeping five seconds ago. 

“I thought you’re really mad.” He groaned, going back to sleep again.

“I swear if you don’t wake up in ten seconds I’ll cut the strings of your gui-”

“I’m awake! I’m awake!” He sat up.

I gave him a sweet smile and sat beside him. He hissed at me first but wrapped his arms around me right after.

“Why are you shirtless?” I mumbled on his shoulder.

“Someone stole my shirt,” He replied. I moved my face to look at his eyes and he’s already looking at me. “Or should I say that you stole my shirt.”

I pulled away from him, “Then maybe I should give it back to you,” Starting to pull the shirt to my head but he immediately stopped me.

“No, keep it on. My shirt looks better on you.” I laughed at his response and stood up. “Where are you going?” He whined.

“Kitchen, dude, I’m hungry.” I said simply.

“Did you just call me dude?”

“Did I? Come one, let’s eat.”

“I don’t want to go to the studio today.” He sighed.

Yah, why are you so lazy today?”

“I’m not being lazy! I just can’t stop looking at you because you’re so cute with my shirt, and you’re so fluffy, and I want to spend my day with you.” He pouted. Why is he pouting? He’s making my heart beat faster.

“You have to go.” I sighed. “Start preparing. Oh, and go home early tonight. Don’t overwork.”

“I’m not going, you’re giving me million reasons to stay.”

“Jihoon, I’m not a valid reason if Seungcheol asked you why you’re not going right now.” 

“Yes, you are. You’re that important to me.”

“You’re only making this conversation long! Just stand up already! If you go now then you might go back early and we can spend more time together.”

He looked at me in defeat then sighed. “Okay fine.” He reached for my hands. “I love you.”

“Gosh, you’re so in love with me. Why don’t you make make a song about me.” I teased.

“That will make good lyrics.”

I know.” I said, winking at him. 

Unspoken | Part 1

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean is unresponsive and kind of a dick in your relationship lately and you decide to finally leave. Events cause a bond with Crowley. What happens when Dean finds out?

Words count: 1158

Warnings: angst, Dean being a dick

Originally posted by thejabberwock

You texted Dean around 2pm knowing they were on their way home by now.

‘Hey, what time you guys think you’ll be home?’

Dean: 'We’re about 4 hours out, why?’

'Was going to make you a home cooked. Missed you.’

Dean: 'K see you then’

Dean never was one for words but with tensions being tight lately and you two arguing so much, you thought that this week away would hopefully help your relationship. You decided that you were going to let all the petty crap go and just try to start over. You hoped Dean had missed you this week he was gone on a hunt with Sam and maybe somehow, he would come to the same decision. Either way, you were determined to start fresh with a nice homecooked roast beef since they had been eating take out, even before this hunt since you and Dean had been fighting so much, the three of you were rarely in the bunker together anymore.


Cooking is slow and low like your mom taught you, you checked on the roast at about an hour til Dean had said they’d be home. You went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water “Shit” you forgot to get beer when you shopped for the dinner fixings. You decided to text Dean to ask them to stop on their way home.

'Hey babe, how far out are you?’

Dean: 'bout 45 min’

'Great, can you stop and grab some brews, I forgot when I went shopping. Pleeeeease’

Dean: 'k’

'Thank you babe’

No reply. Ok well you know he’ll stop because he won’t go without his precious beer. You raised your hands up and scolded yourself. “No I’m not going to do that anymore. Starting over remember”.

The roast had been thicker than you were used to so it looked like the guys might get home before it was done cooking. And with that thought, you heard the front door open. Shutting the oven door, you ran out to the library to greet them stopping short when you saw Dean carrying a big bag from Big Belly Burger and Sam following behind with the beer.

“I told you I was making you guys dinner tonight” you frowned which went seemingly unnoticed by Dean.

“Sorry babe, we stopped to get beer and I smelled the delicious cow carcasses cooking and I couldn’t resist. Can’t you refrigerate yours for tomorrow? These babies aren’t really made for reheating ya know what I mean” He chuckled.  

“Sure. No problem” you said through clenched teeth as Sam gave you an apologetic look. You turned and made your way in to the kitchen pulling the roast out and setting it on top of the counter. Throwing the pot holders on the counter next to it you retreated to your room as Dean sat with his feet up at the war table, digging into his fast food bag. Sam sat down with a sigh and popped open a beer. He wanted to help so badly, but you told him a while back that you were dating Dean, not him, so Dean needed to figure things out for himself, no help from little brother.

You grabbed your bag and the 2 envelopes you had addressed one to each of them. You left Dean’s on the bed and dropped Sam’s on his bed as you made your way to the backside of the bunker and down to the garage. Grabbing the keys for your silver 69’ Dodge Challenger, you threw your bag in the trunk and left, knowing they wouldn’t hear the garage from the library.  

Sam couldn’t even eat, he was too upset that you had gone through the trouble of making a dinner for them and Dean was so flippant about it that he left to his room without even talking to his brother. As he walked in he saw an envelope with Sam written neatly on it and he knew right away it was your handwriting. It only took 2 steps to get to the bed as he opened the envelope and the note inside simply read 

'I’m sorry that leaving him also means leaving you. Love always, Y/N’

“What the” he furrowed his brow and turned to find you in your and dean’s room. But he didn’t find you there. He only saw another matching envelope with matching writing but Dean’s name inscribed in it, lying on the bed as his had been. “DEAN!” He yelled as his stomach sank knowing what this meant.

“What’s up?” Dean asked as he turned into the room and leaned against the door.  

“THIS is what’s up” he pushed his note into his older brother’s stomach.

Dean read the letter and his brows furrowed in confusion as well. “What the hell does this mean?” He looked at Sam as if it was some kind of joke.

“I’m guessing the explanation is in there” he points to the envelope still sitting on the bed then stalked off to his room before he punched Dean.

Dean slowly walked to the bed staring at the envelope as if it were going to jump out and bite him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and let out a large sigh before reaching over to grab the acknowledgment that he had finally screwed up enough to make you leave. He pulled out the letter and began to read.

'Dean, I wrote this letter this morning in hopes that I would not have to actually leave it for you. I had used this week you guys were away to really think about our relationship and where it had been heading lately. I thought about how it all started with arguments about you not wanting me to go out on cases anymore as if I hadn’t grown up hunting like you two, but still it was because you wanted me to be safe. I thought about how the little things seemed to annoy or anger you anymore. Like my “smothering” you on the couch or sitting with you when you were reading lore, not realizing it was me trying to be near you since you were pushing me away. I thought that maybe this was just your way to try to get me to break up with you so I’d be safe and you’d have a clear conscience. Well I had come to the conclusion that whatever your purpose, I was going to stop arguing and nit picking everything and I want to start fresh. I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you over stupid trivial things. Too many things have gone unspoken lately and I want to tell you all of this and so much more when you come home tonight. I pray that you will decide you want me too and we can start fresh. If not, I still want you to know I love you. Always, Y/N.’


To be continued…

.. Part 2

@imamotherfuckingstar-lord @nervousmemzie @feelmyroarrrr

Just; C.H. 22

This is twice as long as what I usually post and the actual ending of Just. Thank you for reading, I really enjoyed myself!

We had resided in this small town for the last few days, only locals inhabiting the otherwise empty streets, the sea in walking distance and a few rocks covered in small trees to hide under when the sun would set. I hadn’t felt this at ease in weeks, maybe even months.

Sarah and Sherilyn were exploring along the shore, climbing the rocks near my right to find out if there maybe were a smaller, more secluded beach for us to lay. I decided to just stay here, soak in the hot sun warming my overall clammy skin, enjoying the silence.

My phone buzzing next to me breaks my needed silence though, my head slowly lifted off of the towel to see Linda’s name flash along the lit up screen. “Hi Lin.”
Y/n, so glad I caught you! How is it? Are you having fun?

“Oh, Lin. It’s amazing here.” I breathe, closing my eyes as I lean back against the cool, white sand with the phone still pressed against my ear. “The people are so friendly; we’ve met amazing people along the way. We’re residing with an elderly lady now; she’s taking super great care of us.”

That sounds wonderful. I’m glad I hear you this happy.

“Lin, I think I haven’t felt this happy since I was a kid. I never want to leave this place.” I sigh dreamily, turning onto my stomach so I can search for a bottle of coke in our tote bag. I find my cigarettes first and light one, breathing the smoke into the air as I hear Linda tell Rosalee and Meg that she’s speaking to me right now. I don’t know if I should tell her.

“Tell me what?” I lean up more, my eyebrows furrowed as I set my lips against the filter of my cigarette. Y/n..
“Ah come on, I can take it Lin.”

Calum was here. I press my cigarette out into the sand and sit up straight, pressing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I uncap my bottle. “Oh?”
Of course my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour, as did my heart. But I was coming to terms that I sort of should’ve seen this coming. I should’ve known before I had thrown myself into this.
He came for you.

“That’s weird, he should know that I was leaving for my trip.” I wave at Sherilyn and Sarah when I see both of them jump off of the rocks, coming back into sight. Sarah waves back and yells something incoherent in my direction and I just grant her a thumbs up.
He came an hour after you left.

Linda seems so reluctant to tell me any of this and I understand why, but right now I’m more curious and excited than feeling blue. “But why?”
Babe, I have no idea. He seemed at a loss for words.

“I don’t know if I want to think about that right now. We kind of agreed on no-boys-talk unless it’s someone we want to bring home,” I laugh and hear Linda laugh loudly on the other end of the receiver, “Can we talk about this when I get back in a few days?”

Of course babe. Say hi to Sher and Sarah for me; love you.
“Too of course. Bye.”

“Who was that?” Sarah pants as she drops onto her bum besides my laying frame. Sherilyn joins soon after, dropping next to Sarah and let her bikini-clad body immediately fall onto the cool sand.
“Linda. She says hi by the way.”

“What did she say that got that frown back on your face?” Sherilyn questions but doesn’t glance in my direction once, her own hands digging into the tote bag for a drink of her own. For a moment I am at a loss for words before I can stutter out the best lie I can think of.
“Ah – uh nothing special.” A very bad lie, I know.
“Calum?”

“Hm?” I try to act surprised by his name falling from her lips, Sarah raising an eyebrow underneath her glasses as I simply stare in their direction. “Ash told me. We’ve been texting.”
“It’s alright that you’re hurting Y/n. But could you at least admit it? Calum could be fucking another girl for all you care and you’re here suppressing any emotion that might bubble up.”

“Could you fucking not?” I almost growl, turning back onto my back in hopes of cutting the conversation off here. They’re ruining my vacation and I think they’re very well aware of it.

“It’s not what I’m saying that’s hurting you. You have wounds that I can touch by what I say. You’re hurting yourself.” Sherilyn smiles before she crawls onto her knees and towards me, partially dropping onto my frame to crush me in a hug. Sarah follows soon after and I can’t help but giggle as both of them squirm on top of me. She might be right, but that doesn’t mean that Calum shagging any beautiful girl I had seen at their fraternity wouldn’t be haunting my dreams tonight.

                                   *****************

“I didn’t know how much I needed it until I got it.” Sherilyn laughs as she takes one of the more familiar turns in our town. We’re heading back, dropping my dead weight body off first before Sarah and Sherilyn will be on their way. I’m glad I came on this trip. I, just as Sherilyn, didn’t know how much I needed a break until I finally felt it between my fingers. I felt refreshed, reborn.

“Same.” I grin, my fingers absentmindedly running through my beach waves – which I absolutely loved, I need to go live near a beach – and letting my eyes drift closed.
Even though I had the time of my life, I craved being back home. I missed my own bed, I missed solitude and most of all, walking around barely naked. Constantly having to be dressed is a pain in the ass and I didn’t realise it until I was stuck with these nitwits for so long.

“I opt to do it again next year. Maybe go a bit further? Near the mountains there are these beautiful springs and little towns… I think it might be amazing.” Sarah suggests, sticking her head between the two frontal seats, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“And who says we won’t be retaking any exams next year? Don’t be too premature, Sarah. I got lucky this year.” I point my finger at her, almost touching her nose before I rummage through my bag for a biscuit. I offer Sher her favourites – the ones she made me buy an extra packet of – and she immediately stuffs a few in her mouth, humming in appreciation.
“Ah, you’re always such a Debby Downer. You’re like the smartest kid around, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Get back to me in ten months, then we’ll talk.” I laugh loudly, receiving a slap to the shoulder before Sarah lets herself fall back against the back seat. “I’m so glad I don’t have to listen to you bicker anymore. Miss Y/n, we have arrived.” I notice we’re standing on the road in front of my frat and I suddenly feel excited about seeing Rosalee and Linda again.

“Ah, finally. Away from you morons.” I can’t keep the chuckle that bubbles up at bay and I’m met with shrieks of protest, but I’m already out of the car and skipping over to the trunk.
“Thank you for an amazing time, both of you. Wouldn’t want to do it with any other person.” I smile, opening my arms for a group hug from the two girls.

They’re bickering when I haul my bag on my shoulder, the strap immediately digging into my sensitive flesh. I slowly walk up the front door and throw it open with as much flair as I could muster.
“Honey, I’m home!”

“She’s back! Y/n! Linda yells and I see her fly out of the living room and into the hallway, suddenly disoriented before she spots me still at the closed front door. Her fingers dig into the flesh of my biceps as she gives me a once over and starts rambling.
“Look at that tan. Oh and look at your hair! Girl you’re glowing.” Linda gushes as she threads her fingers through my hair, grinning like a maniac before she engulfs me in a tight, motherly hug.
“Aren’t you supposed to say that to pregnant women?” I laugh against her shoulder, patting her back as if to confirm her that I indeed had returned.

“Oh my god. Y/n, you’re not pregnant right? Where are we going to put that child? I am not ready for this!” Linda starts panicking as she lets go of me, her eyes wide underneath her glasses as she looks around the house.
“I’m not, Lin. Calm the fuck down, I’m not pregnant.” I shake my head in disbelief, grinning when I see Rosalee come down the stairs in record speed. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n! How I’ve missed your sorry ass.”

“You all act as if I’ve been away for a year.” I finally let my bag drop to the floor, the strap cutting into my sun burnt skin on my shoulder. I rub the sore spot as I follow my girls into the kitchen, just in time to see Sherilyn’s car pull off and probably go on their way to Sarah’s.
“It felt like forever. We should celebrate this. How about a party tonight? It’s been forever since we have thrown one.” Rosalee claps her hands – like a retard seal might I add – and jumps up and down as she turns towards Linda and me. Linda glances at me and when I shrug, a large grin makes its way onto her lips. “Party it is!”

                                              ******************

“Seriously? You’re home what? Four hours? And you’re back to partying.” Sherilyn laughs as she steps into the kitchen, patting my shoulder as a form of hello as I chop up parts of fruits to throw into the bowl of sangria.
“And again I have to see your faces. Glad you could make it.” I grin to my left, nodding at Sarah who just throws her coat across one of the kitchen chairs.

“Who did you invite? It’s crowded.” Sarah chuckles as she looks around the place, everything but the kitchen crowded with college kids coming back from their holidays and joining the first party of the year. I shrug my shoulders, dumping the last bits of chopped fruit in the bowl as I wipe my hands along my jeans. “I didn’t invite anyone but you two. Lin and Rose did everything.”

“Are the boys coming?” Sherilyn questions as she grabs a plastic cup and dumps it in the bowl, filling it up before bringing it to her lips.
“Dude, there’s a spoon right there.” I point to the transparent enormous spoon right in front of her, rolling my eyes as a scoff leaves my lips. “And how would I know? I have been back four hours.”

“Text lover boy and find out yourself.” Sarah steps to my aid and I bite my lip to hold in the laugh that’s trying to escape, shaking my head as I take my own, still empty cup.
Sherilyn responds with an eye roll and pulls her phone out of her back pocket, her right hand quickly typing away as her left brings the full cup back to her lips for a sip.

“Good stuff, by the way. Not Lin’s wine, is it?” Sherilyn motions her head towards her cup, raising it the slightest bit to gather my attention.
“No. Hell no. I chose the wine this time.” I laugh, Sarah and Sherilyn piping in as well before her phone buzzes in her hand.

“Apparently they’re already here. All of them.” Sherilyn emphasises the last three words and her eyes flicker towards me, head still down as I shrug my shoulders. “Such a blast, isn’t it?”

“Ah come on, there’s so many people here you probably won’t even see him.” Sarah smiles as she lets her hand fall onto my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Right then I hear their voices behind me.
“Look whose back in town!” Michael yells loudly and I turn around, Sherilyn immediately skipping over to Ashton as he engulfs her in a hug. I wink at Ashton and he grins in return, a little nod of his head our form of a hello after such time.

I’m suddenly swept off of my feet though by none other than Michael Clifford, a shriek leaves my lipstick clad lips as my fingernails dig into his shoulders.
“Hi Mikey. Nice to see you.” I smile as I am safely back on my feet, squeezing his biceps as Luke steps into view.

“Luke! How was Italy? I heard it was crazy hot there.” I smile as I let my arms wind around his neck, his hands landing gently on my waist as he reciprocates my hug.
“It was phenomenal. And yeah, very hot. Glad to see later wasn’t all that later, Y/n.” Luke almost whispers the last part and I grin in return, nodding my head in agreement.
“Your trip?”

“Ah, just splendid. I feel like a new person.” I sigh out dreamily and lift my arms, Luke and Michael chuckling to my juvenile behaviour. It’s only now that I let my gaze drift past Luke’s shoulder, seeing Calum awkwardly standing two feet behind all of us. I can feel my throat slipping closed, a frown setting onto my features and my body shaking.

I don’t want him here. And I certainly don’t want him anywhere near me. I could bosess and obsess over how all of this had ended, him being here, looking at me with a lost puppy dog look – things I did wrong or could’ve done differently – but there’s not much of a point. It’s not like it’ll change anything. I try to swallow but my throat physically hurts, sweat breaking out across my neck when I see him approach me.

“Y/n, could we – “ I interrupt him almost immediately as he starts speaking.
“Oh, I forgot. Lin asked me to do something for her. I’ll see you later!” I ramble as quickly as I can muster and slip between Luke’s and Michael’s large bodies, disappearing from sight. My feet take me up the stairs in record speed, my chest heaving as I reach the top of the stairs where I slump against the wall.

“Not now. Not right now, please.” I whisper to no one in particular, closing my eyes and letting my head bang against the wall rhythmically. The bass of the music downstairs thumps through the walls, my heart beating similar to it. Rapid and monotone.

I can make out heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and I pray for any guy beside Calum. I’d rather get felt up by a stranger than having to talk to him. I’m just not ready.
The moon light outside illuminates his face as he stops in his tracks on top of the stairs, only a few meters between both of our bodies. I wanted to smile that he came for me, but all I can do is close my eyes again and let my head fall back against the wall in a loud, hollow thud.

“Y/n…” His voice sounds broken, his face lost a bit of its beautiful colour. He has swapped his skinnies for a pair of basketball shorts, seeing as how hot it had been during the day, along with a ripped muscle tee. He looked absolutely gorgeous. I think I made a noise, something that showed my displease with him being in this close vicinity, but I keep silent.

“How was your trip?” He starts nonchalantly, drawing a scoff from my lips as I reopen my eyes. I watch him stumble over, dropping onto his bottom in front of me, using the other wall for leverage. He pulls his legs up and rests his arms on top of them, keeping his gaze locked on mine.
“Why are you here, Calum?” I whisper, shaking my head as I feel my face burn with un-cried tears. Calum sits up more straight, his upper body leaning towards mine.

His hand reaches out and brushes along my jeans-clad knee, my body shivering as I feel his warm touch flitter over me once more.
“I came to see you.”

“Why? Why would you? If I treated you the way you’ve been treating me, you’d hate my guts.” I spill from my lips, squeezing my eyes closed to the point that I can see tiny stars flickering behind my eyelids. I can sense Calum creep closer and when I feel both of his hands on my legs before he whispers in return.

“Probably. So why don’t you?” I push him away from me and raise to my feet, stepping away from Calum who is trying to crawl back onto his feet again. As he does, he towers over me and I bite down onto my lip until I draw blood before I spit my response in his direction.

“You very damn well know why, Calum Hood.” I flail my arms into the air before I point accusingly in his direction, Calum’s frown now a permanent feature as he tries to step closer.
“Y/n, please listen to me.”

I’m cornered against the wall, but Calum doesn’t attempt to come closer and stays his fair distance out of my personal bubble. I want to touch him. Damn, I would give my kidney if I could kiss him one more time. But I’d keep saying that over and over again.

“Don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss us?” He decides to take a step closer towards me, his fingers brushing over my exposed biceps, goose bumps appearing where his skin has been. I shiver visibly but push him away as he tries to get in my head with his false words.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t believe there was an ‘us’ to begin with, Calum!” I yell, pushing at his chest with all the power that I possessed in my small, tired body. I thought I was over him, but having him so close wasn’t good for my health. My anger takes over from the sadness that coursed through me and I keep pushing at his chest, his tall frame barely budging from my assault.

I think Calum got sick of my constant pushing as his long fingers wind around my wrists and he holds them against his chest, forcing me to stay close to him and let him lock his gaze with mine.
“Of course there was! I heard you told Sherilyn you were over me. That you didn’t miss me anymore. Is that true?”

“Well, I could’ve sworn I wasn’t lying when I told them I didn’t miss you.” I state, ending my sentence with a little humourless chuckle as pull away from Calum, who willingly lets me. I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. Calum merely stares, a frown set upon his features but he keeps silent.

It takes a few moments of both of us staring into each other’s eyes before he makes the swift movement. His hand cups my neck and he presses his lips harsh against my own, my body heavily coming into contact with the wall I had slumped against minutes prior.

I moan against Calum’s lips, pressing my upper body against his as he pulls me as close as is humanely possible. My hands go up his chest, along his shoulders until I let them wind around his neck. His hands press against my bum and I jump, winding my legs around his waist as he properly slams me against the wall.

“Y/n,” Calum moans against my lips, biting down on the bottom lip before he pulls it a little and lets go of it. I hum in response, feeling my heart beat a hundred miles an hour as he grabs me properly, hoisting me off of the wall and starting towards my bedroom.

I’m dropped onto the bed, a little bounce following as Calum lets himself drop onto me, his lips finding my neck almost immediately. “Oh, Cal – I – “ I can’t finish my sentence because I have no idea what I want to say. I should stop him but this could be our last time and I want to savour it.

My shirt flies across my room in a second and I grabble at Calum’s shirt as well, his hands leaving my body to rid himself of the clothing. “Fuck, I missed you.” Calum breathes against my neck, his fingers ghosting over my waist as he reaches the button of my jeans. He gazes towards me and when I don’t protest, the button is swiftly popped and his fingers hook underneath the waist band to slowly drag it down my legs.

I arch my back which gives him the time to unclasp my bra, leaving me almost completely bare to Calum’s wandering gaze. I cup him over his shorts and he still his movements, moaning against my neck before his teeth sink into the tender flesh.

“Off.” I mumble, kissing along his shoulder as I try to push his shorts down from my position. Calum gets up from the bed and quickly pulls his shorts down along with his boxers. I watch him lick his lips before his teeth sink into the plump pink bottom one, leaning on the bed with one knee as he discards my underwear.

I sit up and let my thumb brush along his jawline, a small smile crawling onto my lips when I see Calum’s eyes drift closed at my soft touch. I close the distance between us with a gentle kiss, and he almost immediately responds by pressing his lips harder to mine. His whole naked frame covers mine as he lays both of us back down, his erection pressing between my legs as he presumes our gentle kissing.

Calum starts moving his hips along mine and I let out a moan I was holding in, throwing my head back and granting Calum more access to my neck. I feel his tip press against my entrance and I wriggle my hips, making Calum press into me and fill me up. He completely stills and I hear his heart hammering against his chest, his breathing heavy as he warms my neck and shoulder.

He lifts his head to shoot a smile in my direction before he presses his lips back to mine, slowly starting to move his hips in a rhythmical motion. A sigh leaves my lips, my fingertips digging into his shoulder blades as he picks up the pace.

“Cal – I.” Calum shushes me up by pressing his lips to mine again, his tongue darting in my mouth to battle for dominance. I can rapidly feel my orgasm approaching and I wriggle underneath him. His hand disappears between us two to rub over my clit in circular motions and I arch my back as I come with the sound of his name echoing through the room and probably the hallway.

It doesn’t take long for Calum to follow behind, his whole body stilling as he grunts against my lips. He can’t seem to hold himself up any longer and he drops onto my body heavily, momentarily knocking the wind out of me. I let my fingertips ghost over his spine while he tries to get his breathing and heartrate back to normal. Once he has done so, he rolls off of me and lets out an enormous sigh.

His arm winds around my waist and he presses a kiss to my shoulder and then to my neck, and I can feel my sensitive skin immediately react to his. I wriggle out of his grasp and get up from the bed, feeling rather filthy and kind of regretting what has just happened. My feelings were going to get crushed and this time the ball had been in my court.
“Where are you going?” Calum questions as he sits up, covering his privates with my duvet, keeping his eyes glued on my frame.

“I’m getting dressed. This party is sort of because I got back.” I shrug my shoulders, stepping into my underwear, bra already covering my breasts. Calum’s face retorts into something that resembles shock and disbelief before he flies off of the bed and storms over towards me.
“You cannot just pretend that that was just a one-night stand, Y/n. I came here to –“

“I think you came to talk to me and it got a bit out of hand. I’m sorry, but I’m not the only one to blame.” I take a deep breath as I gaze up, seeing Calum’s stoic features solely trained on me.
“Go on a date with me. Give me a chance.”

“I – Calum – are you sure about this?” I stumble over my words, letting my shirt drop to the floor as I let his hands wander over my waist.
“I have never been more sure about anything in my whole life. Please Y/n, I think I love you.” I swallow harshly, eyes widened at his statement before I feel my heart flutter.

“Yes.” I nod my head and I can see Calum’s eyes twinkle again, the carefree Calum I had met at the beginning of summer taking the upper hand. His arms wind properly around my waist and he squeezes me close before lifting me off of my feet and twirling around with me in his arms. As my feet are back on the soft flooring of my bedroom, I press my lips to Calum’s harshly. He smiles dreamily when I retract before his gaze flicks to something behind me.

”Hey, you have a balcony. Calum grins as he lets his fingers curl around my wrist and he pulls me towards the two glass doors. “Didn’t you know?”
He merely shakes his head and opens the doors, letting the cool summer breeze flow over our almost naked frames. He disappears from my right and when he returns, he pulls his ripped muscle tee over my head as I see his lower parts are now covered in his boxer shorts.

I raise an eyebrow and he presses his lips to my cheek, stepping closer behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as he lays his chin on my shoulder. “Wouldn’t want all the attendees to see my girls’ breasts now, do I?”

A tiny gasp leaves my lips and I turn my head back to the street side, seeing the street lights illuminate the whole street ahead. “Your girl?”
“Well that’s if you want to be. I – uh – I don’t know if you still want to give me a chance or…” Calum tentatively speaks, his hold of me loosening as he tries to step away from me, from my rejection. I stop him by letting my fingers curl around his wrists and pulling his arms back around me fully.

“It may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” I smile, pulling Calum impossibly closer to my shivering frame as I watch the stars twinkle in the night’s sky.

a super quick mix for BORN OF LIGHT by @bratanimus & @khaleesa

Starlight slanted through the windows in beams. Bars. In one of the dark spaces between, his pale hand reached through to her.

She grasped it.

The pounding of her heart continued, but differently. She might someday decide to think about the cool, dry skin against hers, and the strength beneath his gentle grasp.

But not tonight.

i. NEARLY HOME–BROKEN RECORDS
ii. DEAR DARKNESS–PJ HARVEY
iii. THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE (LIVE)–BASTILLE
iv. RINGS OF SATURN–NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
v. WICKED GAME–LONDON GRAMMAR
vi. MAKE YOU BETTER–THE DECEMBERISTS
vii: TAKE ME TO CHURCH (ACOUSTIC)–HOZIER
viii: UNDISCLOSED DESIRES (THIN WHITE DUKE REMIX)–MUSE

And in the end, I’d do it all again, I think you’re my best friend. Don’t you know that the kids aren’t all, kids aren’t alright.

I Don’t Want to Be a Tragedy - A Teenage Disasters Playlist

Renegades - X Ambassadors
It’s our time to make a move, it’s our time to make amends,
It’s our time to break the rules; Let’s begin.

Champion - Fall Out Boy
I’m just young enough to still believe, still believe,
But young enough not to know what to believe in!

I Wanna Get Better - The Bleachers
I didn’t know I was lonely, til’ I saw your face.
I wanna get better- better, better, better, I wanna get better!

The Anthem - Good Charlotte
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up,
Now that you feel me, sing if you’re with me; Another loser anthem!

Looking Like You Just Woke Up - The Front Bottoms
And it probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide.
Prepare for an aching, the rest of your life!

I Wanted So Badly To Be Brave - The Wonder Years
And I watched your bruises grow, strangely beautiful, purple and yellow.
You said, don’t, don’t take me home, don’t take me home, don’t take me home.

The Weekend - Modern Baseball
You’ve got a smile that could light this town, and we might need it,
Cause’ it gets dark around here, real dark around here.

Still Young - Neon Trees
Can we kiss like we do in my head? Can we dance like we do on my bed?
Oh, like we’re still young…

Kiss Me - New Found Glory
Lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon’s sparkling; so, kiss me!

Hum Hallelujah - Fall Out Boy
A teenage vow in a parking lot, ‘Til’ tonight do us part’,
I sing the blues, and swallow them, too.

Runaways - All Time Low
Just like runaways,
They will have to find some other hearts to break!

Say It, Just Say It - The Mowgli’s
I will take your side, you make me feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life.
And I could die, to find that simple kind of love you can’t deny.

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy
And it’s our time now, if you want it to be,
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free.

Freakin’ Me Out - The Ready Set
Never thought you’d make a move, out of the blue,
I love the way you’re freakin’ me out!

The Saltwater Room - Owl City
When we’re apart, whatever are you thinking of? If this is what I call home,
Why does it feel so alone? So tell me, darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?

Waving Through a Window - Ben Platt (Dear Evan Hansen)
On the outside, always looking in, will I ever be more than I’ve always been?
Cause’ I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass; I’m waving through a window…

Kids In The Dark - All Time Low
They left us alone, the kids in the dark,
To burn out forever, or light up a spark!

Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy
She says she’s no good with words, but I’m worse.
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue.

Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms
I wanna contribute to the chaos, I don’t wanna watch and then complain.
Cause’ I am through with finding blame- that is a decision that I have made!

Missing You - All Time Low
Grit your teeth, pull your hair, paint the walls black and scream,
“Fuck the world, cause’ it’s my life! I’m gonna take it back!”

We Are Ignited - NateWantsToBattle
You pray, and hope, for better days,
You’re just a kid who lost their own way.

Kids (Ain’t All Right) - Grace Mitchell
Now, we pray for our mistakes,
Thrown right into our face- is no one sorry?

The Living Room Song - The Wonder Years 
We don’t have trouble sleeping, and no one, no one is gonna take that away from me.
We don’t have trouble sleeping, because we know, we know, who we wanna be.

Fireflies - Owl City
Leave my door open just a crack; please, take me away from here.
‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac! Please, take me away from here!

Drugs - Eden
You don’t know how to let go; “Who said this must be all or nothing?”
But I’m still caught below, and I’ll never let you know.

Something To Do With My Hands - Her Space Holiday
My problem with me, is my problem with you.
It doesn’t take much for me to come unglued.

Madelyn - The Wonder Years
I don’t think there’s a god. I don’t think that there’s someone, 
Coming to save us; but I don’t think that’s the worst news of today.

Roman Holiday - Halsey
And we know that we’re headstrong, and our heart’s gone,
And the timing’s never right. But for now, let’s get away on a roman holiday.

Wait - M83
Set your dreams, where nobody hides.
Give your tears, to the tides. No time…