when i was like 9 i would bathe with my best friend all the time yep


Words: 5,250 (or something like that)

Parings: None??? This can be read as platonic or romantic idc

Warnings: Angst, Dissociation, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Flashbacks, slight Blood (nothing gory really), slight Burns (once again, not really bad or anything), Self-Loathing, Negative Thoughts, I think that’s it?

Summary: Everyone’s trying to accept Parker, and Parker is trying hard to be accepted. But the fact of the matter is, he traumatized the sides and they’re not coping well.

Notes: This is for @parkersanders​ as my SAD entry. It’s late (I’m so sorry) because I’m a depressed procrastinator who has to edit things 434753947 times and rewrite all the chapters. Also sorry it’s so long I have no self control, and go big or go home so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway, hope you like it! I’m in love with your verse and hope you have a happy birthday!

Disclaimer: The fic is based on @parkersanders​‘s fic Silence and Duality (read here), and I use one quote from it in here somewhere, I think in the fourth part? Yeah. Enjoy.

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Welcome to the Con Part 13

Originally posted by jenmish

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Summary: Your friend Lauren and yourself are having the best time at a Supernatural convention. You meet Jared and Jensen in the photo op, and they’re just as awesome as you imagined. Jensen is charming and you seem to click right away. But as life goes, you sadly have to say goodbye. During the panel, however, the unexpected happens….

You open the door of your apartment, dropping your keys by the door. Almost as if he knows you just returned, your phone starts blaring Jensen’s ringtone.

“Hi J.”

“Hey Babe.”

“Are you psychic?”

He laughs, the sound making your heart flutter slightly.

“No, why?”

“I literally just walked in the door.”

“So it’s official?”

“Yep! I am now on Christmas break!”

“That’s great sweetheart! You deserve some time off.”

“So do you. I miss you.”

“I know I flew out last weekend, but I miss you too.”

You hear muffled talking in the background.

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Thx to everyone who voted and stuff for this imagine. One Direction won 15 to 9, so here you go. And since this is a One Direction one, the next imagine will be from 5 Seconds of Summer. Hope you like it! -thx, Ava xoxo


Harry #1

            Harry and I had been friends for a long time. A long time being exactly three years to the day. Now, I know that sounds amazing, and most people would usually ask me ‘Why aren’t you two dating?’ at this point. Problem is, that’s my thoughts, too. I have spent the past three years wondering if Harry liked me, too. I gave up hoping for that about a year and a half ago when he started telling me about this one girl he really likes. Naturally, I just want him to be happy, but it’s been eating me up from the inside-out.  Except, Harry apparently can’t see that. Whatever.

            I was interrupted from my inner-monologue by my phone buzzing in my back pocket. “Hello?”

            “HAPPY THIRD FRIENNIVERSARY!” was the reply I got. I couldn’t hold back my laughter. See why I like Harry?

            “Hello, Harry,” I giggled, my laughing fit coming to an end. “So what were we planning on doing for this frienniversary?”   

            A frienniversary is the celebration that Harry and I have every year on the day that we met three years ago. The first frienniversary was the year that we decided to teepee Louis’s house. Then we got an extremely loud phone call from Louis, complaining that he’d never get all the toilet paper out. For our second frienniversary, Louis teepeed our house once he found out that we were the ones who teepeed his house the year before. Then the media got hold of the fact that Harry’s closest friend was a girl. That was an awkward frienniversary.

            “Well, I was thinking we’d go to the beach and then we could spend the night at my house,” Harry suggested eagerly.

            “Hmm, the beach seems a bit romantic, Styles. The press would be all over that,” I joked. “Harry Styles Caught With Female ‘Best Friend’ On Supposed ‘Beach Date’.” We both started laughing at my fake headline.

            “Let them think what they want, as long as we both know that it’s not a date,” he answered with a laugh. Styles, you’re killing me.

            “Okay, fine. Beach it is,” I gave in with a sigh, pretending that I didn’t want to go on a “date” with Harry.

            “See you in ten?”

            “See you in ten,” I approved.  I hung up with a heavy sigh. Why is it that the world is completely against Harry and me getting together? Whatever. He already goes on about this really pretty, funny, sweet girl he is completely in love with. I’m just going to go get ready now.

            I ran upstairs and stood for a while, thinking about which bathing suit I’d wear. I finally picked out one that Harry got me (He had surprisingly good taste in clothes.) and threw it on. After putting my hair into a sloppy ponytail, I put a little bit of waterproof mascara on and went downstairs. Almost simultaneously to when I got downstairs, a knock came on the door. I answered it quickly.

            “Hey, Haz,” I said as I opened the door for him. “Let me grab some flip-flops and then we’ll go.” He made himself comfortable in his second home, aka my couch, while I ran back upstairs.

            “Is that the bathing suit I got you last summer?” he asked when I was back downstairs.

            “Yep,” I smiled excitedly, “I thought it would be appropriate for this occasion.” He looked me up and down for a minute.

            “It looks wonderful,” he grinned at me. I could feel my cheeks turn a light pink. “Let’s go.”

            Harry and I walked to the car where we were met by a few people who recognized Harry as ‘that famous hot guy from the international boy band.’ We got into the car before anybody pulled out their camera or called the press. Once we were clear, I turned the radio on. Everybody Talks by Neon Trees was on right now, so Harry and I “sung” along. We pulled up to the beach after fifteen minutes of pretending to sing to songs on the radio.

            The beach was the most fun I’d had in a while, despite all the cameras pointed at us the moment Harry and I were less than a foot apart. Harry and I managed to have a splashing contest, followed by a game of tag. We turned a lot of heads with the combination of Harry being famous and our natural weirdness. Except, I found my cheeks turning red with jealousy every time a girl came over to talk to Harry. It’s a wonder Harry never noticed how red my face was. After a few hours at the beach, Harry started to complain he had a sunburn, so we went back to his house.

            “You did pack some other clothes, didn’t you?” Harry asked as we got out of the car and headed inside. I stopped in my tracks, mentally face-palming.

            “It’s okay,” he laughed a little. “You can borrow one of my t-shirts.”

            “You mean like when I used to get upset and sneak to your house in the middle of the night?” I pointed out with a laugh. My parents divorced around the time I met Harry, so I’d get upset and go to Harry’s from anywhere between eleven p.m. and two in the morning. I never brought any pajamas for those nocturnal expeditions, so I had to borrow some of Harry’s t-shirts. Harry’s mom could somehow always tell when I spent the night secretly, and she never seemed to mind. Except, she was always told that I slept on the floor and not in the bed next to Harry.

            “Yes, like that,” Harry laughed, too. We were inside now and standing in the living room, creating a puddle since we were still soaked.

            “Okay, I think I’ll go take a shower now,” I said.

            “Go right ahead,” he said.

            After my shower, I got dressed in one of Harry’s too-big t-shirts and was about to come out. My hand was halfway to the doorknob, but it stopped when I heard Harry’s voice.

            “Okay, guys. Question number six,” I heard him say. He must be doing a twitcam, “Can you name three of your favorite things about your favorite girl? Yes, of course I can do that. I love her eyes, the sound of her voice when I call her on the phone while I miss her and I’m on tour, and the way she looks when she’s annoyed at me. I know that last one’s strange, but I find it cute.” My heartbeat was ten-thousand beats per minute. Harry never talked about the girl he liked that much. Well, actually, he does, I just don’t want to listen to it because I get jealous and angry every time.

            “Next question: On a scale of one to ten, one being the worst and ten being the best, how pretty do you think the girl you like is?” I heard him say. I was hanging on to virtually every word now. “Well, I don’t like rating how pretty girls are because that’s absolutely ridiculous. But just to answer the question, she’s way, way over ten.”

            Now, I got an idea. I pulled my phone out and went to Twitter. I quickly found the comments on the twitcam Harry was doing right now. As a spur of the moment reaction, I typed ‘What’s her name?’ I waited for a minute, my heart beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then I heard Harry’s voice from in the room.

            “Last question for today: What’s…her name,” he finished as he realized I was the one who sent that. I walked in quietly and stood there, waiting for him to answer. “Her name’s Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

Michael can't be at home on Valentine's Day?

Word Count: 2047

Warnings: Mild language, MAJOR FLUFF

I love this too much.

The sound of your phone erupted, interrupting your dream. You yawned as you slowlyopened your eyes, shutting them quickly as the harsh sunlight caused them toburn. You sighed you sat up and stretched out your arms.  Michael was away recording and LA which left you without your boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. Grabbing your phone, which was still ringing, you looked at the caller ID. Mikey. You sighed and answered the phone. “Hey baby.” You said, happily. You didn’t want him to know you were upset because you knew he couldn’t do anything about it. “Hey, beautiful. Happy Valentine’s Day. Look, I know you really wanted to do something with me on Valentine’s Day and I’m really sorry about work and everything but I got you a present. I got you two tickets to see Ed Sheeran tonight. I organised it with Y/BF/N and she’s going to pick you up at around 4:00. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t come home but I love you so much, okay?” You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at his thoughtfulness. You’d really wanted to see Ed Sheeran but you accidentally slept through the release of the tickets and couldn’t get any. “Oh, baby. You didn’t need to do that… Thank you so much.” You giggled. “I love you too. Alright. Yep. Love you. Okay. Bu-bye.” You hung up the phone.

Sighing, a wide smile on your face, you pulled yourself out of bed. You had seven hours until you were being collected so you decided to make yourself a huge breakfast and pamper yourself for the day before you went to the concert. You slammed your phone into your sound system, blasting songs through the house as you slide around the kitchen. Eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms and toast. As you sat at the table, singing along to Miley Cyrus with a mouthful of food, there was a knock on the door. Swallowing your food, you jumped up and danced your way to the front door. As you opened it you were presented with a man holding a giant bunch of flowers and a box. “Delivery for Y/N?” “Yep that’s me. Thank you so much!” You grinned as you took the items and shut the door.

After finding a vase for the flowers you turned your attention to the box. It was wrapped up in blue wrapping paper with a tiny pink bow on it. Smiling to yourself, you sat down and gently unwrapped the box, you always took care not to rip the paper because people put so much effort into wrapping it nicely, it would be rude to rip it open like an animal. The box was black and on the top, in silver embossed text, ‘From Mikey, to my beautiful little lady.’ You smiled at the message before opening the box. The first thing you saw was a folded piece of paper. You took it off from the top and there it was. A stunning silver locket. You unfolded the paper and immediately recognised Michael’s handwriting.

“Hello beautiful!

It’s your amazing, awesome, romantic, cute-as-fuck boyfriend. I’m really sorry that I can’t be at home for Valentine’s Day but I’ll be thinking about you every second of the day, just like I do every single day that I can’t see you. I got you some Hydrangea’s because I know they’re your favourite. As well as your tickets to see Ed Sheeran I got you a locket. Inside the locket are my two favourite pictures of us. The one on the left is us at the beach last summer. The best summer of my life, the summer I first met you. And the one of the right is us at my uncle’s wedding. I just really hope this makes up for me being away. I love you more than you will ever know and I miss you like crazy.

Lots and lots of love, your favourite guitarist. Xoxo

P.S. I left you another surprise in my sock drawer…”

You took a minute to look at the gorgeous necklace before putting it on yourself and walking upstairs to see what ‘surprise’ he was talking about. He knew full well that you wouldn’t go anywhere near his sock drawer without a very good reason. You hated feet so his socks were a no-go zone. But you had to pluck up some courage and stick your hand in amongst the boy socks. You felt something hard so you pulled it out. It was a DVD. On the front all it said was “Happy Valentine’s Day Princess”

Pushing the DVD into your player, you got yourself comfortable on the bed. You pressed play and Ashton’s face appeared. “So Michael has managed to land himself a chick. Look.” Ashton turned the camera around and pointed at two tiny people in the sea. You immediately recognised it as the day you met Michael. He’d been playing catch with Calum and the ball had hit you in the back of the head. Next it flashed to a clip of you and Michael sat together on a sun lounger about two months after you’d met. He had his arms around your waist as you covered your face. “Calum don’t record me, I look horrible.” You chuckled. “No you don’t, you’re beautiful.” Michael told you, pulling your hands away from your face. You chuckled as the camera closed in on your face. “See, stunning.” The next clip played, then the next, then the next.

The final clip was taken by your best friend when Michael came home from tour. You were stood, waiting for him. You’d been waiting for over an hour. You couldn’t stand still, but your whole body froze when you saw him walk through the terminal gate. Suddenly you broke into a run as you bolted towards him, your friend giggling behind that camera as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly. You couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying to each other because they were mumbles but you knew exactly what he was saying. He was telling you how much he missed you and he loved. “Awww, Y/N are you crying? Did you miss Mikey that much?” Your friend giggled as you nodded, your face buried in his neck. “I missed him so much.” You smiled, moving your head to kiss him. Then the video cut to Michael. “So, beautiful. You’ve now seen us through the last 9 months and, I’m not going to lie, they’ve been the best 9months of my life. I love you so much, happy Valentine’s Day, princess.”

By the end of the video you were in floods of tears. Michael wasn’t a very romantic person so the fact that he’d taken the time to think about all of this had just blown you away. You looked at the time and realised that it was 1pm and you still hadn’t eaten your breakfast. You sighed and pulled yourself together before getting up and going downstairs to clear your breakfast away.

After having a bath and listening to some music you started getting ready for the concert. You put on a white, loose shirt, some black skinny jeans and a pair of white vans. You pulled your hair into a pony tail and did you makeup. Winged eyeliner and red lipstick. Sighing as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you heard the beep of your friend outside. You jogged down the stairs, grabbing your bag and running out to the car, not forgetting to lock the door behind you.

The concert was in full swing. Michael had got you floor tickets and your friend insisted you stood at the very front. You weren’t going to lie, you loved her for it. The view was amazing and the crowd were even better. It wasn’t your first time in a crowd like that, you’d been to plenty of concerts before but something about this time felt different.

“So erm, I thought maybe we could try something new. I want to pull someone up on stage here with me. You know, have a little sing to you. Because it’s Valentine’s Day.” Ed looked over the crowd and spotted you. He winked and pointed at you. The security guard helped you over the barrier and showed you to the way up. “Hey sweetheart, what’s your name?” “Y/N.” You giggled, blushing madly. “Hello, Y/N. Take a seat here and we’ll here… Have these.” He handed you a bunch of flowers. You took them and he smiled, beginning to play. He opened his mouth to start singing but the voice singing didn’t sound like his. You knew instantly who it was.

You looked around and saw him. Michael. He walked out slowly, playing his guitar as he sang the song you’d always loved. ‘Wonderful Tonight’ by Eric Clapton. You felt yourself burst into tears when you saw him, he smiled at you as his voice flowed like liquid gold.

It’s time to go home now, I’ve got an aching head

I give her the car keys, and she helps me to bed

And then I tell her, as I turn out the light

I say “My darling, you were wonderful tonight…”

As he finished the song you stood up and hugged him, crying heavily. “You’re such an asshole.” You giggled. “Wait. I have something else for you…” He said, standing you up again in front of me. “I just want to say something… You’re the most beautiful, funniest, dorkiest girl I know. You wouldn’t believe the amount of happiness that I feel when I walk downstairs in the morning and you’re there dancing away, not giving a shit who sees. I don’t think I’m ever going to meet anyone like you ever again. So…” All of a sudden he pulled his guitar off and dropped down to his knee. “Y/N. Will you please be my loser forever?” He asked, pulling a small box from his pocket and presenting a ring. “Are you fucking stupid? Of course I will.” You giggled. All of a sudden the crowd erupted in cheers and Michael’s three bands mates came running out, yelling and grinning as they jumped on their friend.

Later that summer you found yourself stood at the alter, Michael stood in front of you as you both said your vows and started your lives together exactly a year to the day after you first met. “I would like to welcome, for the first time.

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming today, it means a lot to both of us. Before I say anything about my beautiful wife, I’d like to thank my boys. Ashton, Luke and Calum. Because without them I would’ve never had the courage to ask her out. I don’t seem it but I’m actually really shy and I was really scared to approach her, especially after I’d just hit her with a ball. But they were like ‘dude, you’ve already hit her so it can’t get much worse. You might as well just do it.’ So I did it and here we are, so thanks dudes. And Y/N. Well, what can I say about you. You’re just amazing, you know? You’ve stuck by me through a lot, Geordie deciding to lie about me, Abigail deciding to sing about me. You dealt with me being away on tour and I honestly couldn’t ask for anyone better than you. This has been a rollercoaster but I’m so glad I’ve ridden it with you. Not going to lie, I’m punching way above my weight with you but I thank God every single day for you not realising that you could do so much better.” He chuckled. “So, toast to my beautiful wife.” He smiled as he raised his glass.

Mr and Mrs Clifford.” The singer of the wedding band announced as the two of you walked on to the stage for your first dance. “I know I’ve told you a million times but you look absolutely stunning.” He smiled as the two of you swayed in time to the music. “I love you.” You smiled in return. “I love you too, I love you so much.” He smiled back, leaning down and kissing you softly.