why was he not my christmas present

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger. He was… he felt… he- he felt… he felt like my son.

Your friends all crushing on Damian Wayne

• You thought they were joking when they pointed to Damian.

•You gave him the nickname Double A.

•Arrogance and Animosity.

•They had a hard time trying to figure out how to get his attention.

•Once they tried just walking up to him to start a conversation.

•Instant fail, he ignored them all.

•He constantly glares at your group when they whisper about him.

•Once glared directly at you.

•You gave a sheepish smile and a slight wave.

•Valentines day was a disaster.

•So was Christmas.

•He dumped all the presents in the trash.

•"You still like Double A?“
•"Yes!, he’s just playing hard to get.”
•"Uh… I mean if you want to put it that way.“

•You once had to grab a book from the library a couple blocks away.

•Damian was walking in front of you.

•Both ended up waiting for the stop light.

•"Why are you following me Y/N?”

•How does he know your name????

•"Not following you, just trying to get to the library. My friends would be the one’s to follow you though.“

•Damian huffed
•"Which is quite the nuisance.”

•"Yeah… sorry about that.“

•You gave Damian a sympathetic smile.

•He turned his head to the other side pretending to look at the passing cars.

•Actually he just got flustered and had to calm himself down.

•Damian stuck his hand towards you.

•"Since your not following me I wish to become acquaintances.”

•You shook his hand.

•"Friends would also be nice too.“

•For some reason he really like touching your hand.

•It was warm and soft. He wanted to hold your hand again.

•3 months later and your friends still were in to Damian.

•You stopped calling him Double A since he sometimes… sometimes talks to you.

•One day he just walked up to your table.

•You friends flipped out and swarmed him.

•"What do you need Damian?” One of your friends ask twirling her hair.

•"Y/N.“

•Everyone froze.

•Your friends all looked at you.

•"Y/N?”

•"Yes Y/N.“

•He slightly nudged your friends out of the way.

•He stood there with a stoic expression, you had a nervous one.

•"Will you accompany me to a museum this Saturday?”

•You wordlessly nodded your head giving a slight grin seeing your friends expressions.

•Damian nodded and began to walk away.

•You saw his mouth curve into small smile as he sat back down.

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger.

Finding Home

Summary:  After Cas is rejected by his homophobic parents, his roommate Dean invites him to stay for the holidays with him and his family.  He never expected it to turn into this.


“They don’t want me anymore.” 

Dean blinks in surprise, looking up to see his freshman roommate standing in the doorway, antiquated cellphone in his hands.  To his surprise, the kid looks to be on the verge of crying, which is strange – Dean’s joked with his friends about how emotionless Cas appears to be.  Or rather, had appeared to be, up till now. 

“Cas, you alright there, buddy?”  Dean asks, chair screeching as he pulls away from his desk.  He’d been trying to finish his research paper for his physiology class, but whatever Cas’s problem is seems to be more pressing. 

“They don’t want me,” Cas repeats, swallowing wetly.  “My parents.  They say don’t want me to come home for Christmas break, and they don’t want me contacting my siblings anymore.” 

Dean blinks comprehensively.  “What?  Why the hell not?” 

“They, ‘still love me,’” Cas snuffles, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his ever-present beige trench coat with one arm and making quotey fingers with the other.  “But they ‘don’t approve of my lifestyle.’”  

Oh.  Oh, so that’s what this is about.  

Dean hasn’t known Cas for all that long, and he doesn’t know a whole lot about him:  just that he’s a bio major with plans to become a doctor (Dean himself is going into nursing), he’s cute (though he’d never, ever tell Cas that), not a little weird, and yeah, if the time he’d come home to find him making out with Crowley (the poncy British upperclassman from accounting who Dean already loathes with a passion) he is into guys.

His parents must not have been cool with it. 

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Flowers, Camera, Camren!

I want to start with a warning: If you don’t ship Camren, if you think I’m being delusional, please save your time and scroll down, don’t waste my time or your time with an ask.

So, yesterday was a really “vibing day”, at first I wanted to log off of IG a few days because of that story photo. But a few minutes ago something got my attention.

Yesterday Lauren uploaded this photo in her IG story

Something really normal, just a present she says it’s for christmas. But she never says from whom, she tried to make us think that was He Who Must Not Be Named  because of the emoji but Idk if is just me but “amazing human” and he don’t go together. If she can post a photo with him, why don’t say it’s from him?

Well anyway, then we have those 2 photos that I’m not going to have them in my tumblr. People are saying that it’s interesting that they put the same photo and oh, Lauren didn’t say something, just the photo. Not to mention they uploaded them in their stories, 24h and bye-bye, bye-bye  #BuyLonelyNight  When I first saw it I think they tried to make us believe they were celebrating something together (anniversary maybe?) but remember the camera it’s a Christmas present, just that. So maybe it was a way to hide something?

I was so done of this shit, but like every fucking time, Camila saves the day. I saw this a few minutes ago

Yeah, roses. But why are they so important? I think we all know who we think of when we see roses, and the rose emoji (if I’m not wrong, Camila have a lot of time without adressing the rose emoji for her fans). “Everybody give roses” yeah maybe that’s true, but they know this shit make us think a lot. Why Camila didn’t say who gave them to her?

So we have another gift with no name on it.

But there is a PLUS and her name is Alexa Ferrer. Yesterday she uploaded this:

My OT5 heart, I KNOW. Now think, this was yesterday, we have the cute photo with Camren together and oh, look at the song is playing: Better Together. This helps A LOT to what I said before, because, why exactly Better Together at song and EP?  Why not the last album? She was just missing Lauren, right? Just do the math, maybe she was supporting something?

Camren’s birthday was recently, right? 😉

Remember: You are free to think whatever you want, this is just something I really find interesting to point out.

But I want to say something IMPORTANT: PLEASE just read this here and don’t make a THING about it, don’t go to IG or Twitter and say this over there, just read, think and save it for yourself. If we make a big thing we are going to have more PR shit.


Thanks for reading and I will love to read what  @camrenexposed @camrenillusion @truluvproof think about this.

A List of 101 Jungkook/Jimin Recommendations

Since I began reading Jungkook/Jimin stories early last year, I’ve tried to keep track of all the ones that left a lasting impression. Unfortunately, I most definitely have missed out on other amazing stories that I have either not read or have not been able to recall (a lot of the ones on Tumblr I’ve unfortunately got no way of digging out of my 20,000+ likes).
Regardless, I hope you find something in this list :)
(List is in no particular order, and I’ve tried to include summaries as provided by the authors themselves. Also, please read the tags accordingly, as the list includes stories covering a wide array of topics)


Start a Riot by chihiro (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk and Jimin have been at this for a long time. The only difference now is that Jimin has grown up and Jeongguk sees no reason why he shouldn’t have what he has wanted since a long damned time.

sweet like honey by graseun (Rating: M)

- we’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Nowhere We Can Really Be Free by bangswing (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk is awakened to the supernatural walking beside him, wearing an ugly sweater and the sweetest smile.

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GOT7: JB Smut

thesammtimes:

Sexy Time I Sweaty Fun I Under My Tree I Taunt I Enticing I

igot-scenarios:

A Surprise Dinner Guest I Missed Call I FWB I Cold Shoulder I Don’t Go I Drunk I Partner I White Christmas I

got7-scenarios:

Too Hot Game I Massage I Meeting After I Sexy Time I

smuttyfairy:

I’ve Missed You (self-written) I

an-exotic-writer:

Had It Planned I

markerifics:

Breaking Point I One Sided I With Love I Steamy I Why Won’t You Listen I Coming Home I Naive I Ungodly Hour I Dracula I Best Birthday Present I Attention  I Too Near I Hidden I Bored I Jealousy I

smuttykpopscenarios:

Tattoos I He Needs a Little Help I Daddy’s Princess I I Need You I

causekpop:

Netflix and… | Licentiousness | Suck Up | Taking Bets |

k-reativefantasies:

Merry Christmas, Elf! I

got7imaginations:

Cheated  I It’s Not My Birthday But I’ll Take You Home I I’ll Be Productive With You  I Happy Birthday I Laundry Day  I Care for a Dip? I In the Dark I Just Enjoy the Ride  I Exhausted  I You’re Still an Idiot I Relax I Smile  I

kareverie: 

Professor Sexy I Stressed I Playful I Paradise I Next Time I Perfect I Love Me Like You I

kpopdirty:

Congratulations I Red Lace I

bubbleteaandsmut:

Matcha and Coffee I Coffee Stains (Pt 2) I

dotbammie:

No Sharing I Steamy Summer I Missing Puzzle Piece | First Time| Stressed Out | Just a Scratch | Touch Me | Give Me What I Want | Apologetic |   Skip the Party | Kiss and Make Up | The New Trainee | Wash Me | Truth Or Dare |

idolized-scenarios:

Earned It

keypea: 

Obey |

idolimagines: 

New Guy | Biggest Fan |

Book of Mormon Fanfiction Recommendations (Mostly McPriceley)

 These are my favorite Book of Mormon fanfictions. These are mostly McPriceley because most more than half of the fanfictions that the Book of Mormon archive has is McPriceley. This is a much bigger list than my other one. Extras at the end and if I find more in the future, check the notes.

Bold and italicized are my favorites.

I do not own any of these.

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anonymous asked:

about that shyan au you replied to last day text-share*com/view/64f0ef1f

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Fake Relationship AU

  • Shane at first is like Ryan why are you doing this to yourself but then he actually agrees because Ryan is really desperate
  • they spend few days before Christmas basically making up their whole relationship, Ryan does Shane a whole powerpoint presentation about his family members
  • he even searches through those couple videos to know what they should know about each other
  • it goes so far that they casually start talking about it at work so once their coworkers find them arguing whether they plan to adopt a child and Ryan half shouts at Shane “bUT MY MOM WANTS GRANDCHILDREN SO WE WILL HAVE THEM, SHANE!” and suddenly everyone is quiet and looking at them and Shane just cuts the awkward silence with  "okay, but dog first" and the whole BuzzFeed is confused™
  • but after some time shane starts enjoying this so when they
    have a movie night he says “i bet i’m gonna make your parents
    love me more than you” and this is when the real motivation starts
  • so Ryan picks the best time to come home on 22nd of december so no one will be home yet and they will have time to prepare
  • ofc they come in, arguing about Shane’s taste in music, and the whole Bergara family just decorates the hallway and talks so when they enter, they have their full attention and Shane and Ryan are like damn we didn’t plan this well
  • Ryan starts panicking so the first thing he says is “we’re engaged”
  • Shane just stares at Ryan and tries to play along with it but on the inside he’s like Ryan?!?!
  • that day Ryan’s mom gets mad at him that he didn’t tell her about his fiance
  • but she’s way more shocked about the fact that ryan has been dating
    Shane the whole time
  • “now i have to watch all the unsolved episodes again thinking it’s my boy falling in love”
  • when they have family dinner, his aunt asks them about the proposal. Ryan chokes on his tea
  • Shane makes up the most unrealistic extra engagement and Ryan kicks him after every sentence under the table
  • Shane finishes his dramatic story with “jk i just spelled ‘will you marry me’ with an ouija board”
  • Mrs Bergara, excited: “and you said yes?!”
  • Ryan, completely monotone voice: “no i said ‘are you fucking kidding me’ and ‘we need to cut this out’”
  • *silence*
  • after dinner Ryan goes to talk to his brother and Mr Bergara takes Shane on the side
  • Shane: “are you gonna give me THE talk?” *nervous laughter*
  • Mr Bergara: “no i want to know why is my son dating such a dick”
  • Shane: *nervous laughter*
  • the next day they decorate the house with the lights
  • Shane, determined to impress his family: “i got this”
  • he falls from the ladder 5 minutes later
  • Shane trying his hardest so the whole Bergara family would like him (he succeeds eventually)
  • later on Ryan’s little nephew comes in and surprisingly Shane is really great with kids and even though Shane and Ryan played really badly a couple at first they really synchronize with time
  • Shane gives Ryan for Christmas their first picture they took together framed and some expensive ghost hunting gadget he always wanted
  • and then Ryan’s brother asks him “you really love him, don’t you”
  • and Ryan without thinking replies “i do”
  • and then he realizes he’s screwed 
Will You Be There?

A/N: I know this isn’t smut, but I wanted to do something different and write out of my comfort zone! I am not good with sad to just bare with me lol. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated. :) Oh and @nobravery​ here ya go I tagged you so don’t @ me. 

I sit on the grey ottoman by our window looking out into the empty night as I try to make sense of it all. How did we get here? When did everything go dark?  I wish we could change and go back, but it’s too late for any of that now. Everything is black and burnt. There’s no hope for us anymore.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I hear tired footsteps down the hall headed toward the bedroom. I don’t bother to look up because I know the expression on his face will kill me. The door creaks further open as he slips inside and shuts it quietly behind him. He sits on the end of the bed staring in my direction as he lets out a strangled breath. I know his eyes are begging, his face broken. He puts his hand on my thigh, and I look away because if I find his eyes, I know I’ll break.

“Will you be here when I wake up? Please baby I can’t bare to look over and not see you there. Just one last time… I’m begging you.” He swallows hard, trying not to losing himself. I finally look up at him, his pain filled eyes blinking the tears away. He looks as if he could shatter into pieces as any moment. It breaks my heart seeing him this way, but I can’t find the right words to answer him with.

I’ve told him this wouldn’t work. Us. He’s always gone and lately he’s been so distant. He has become so infatuated with his music. Making sure everything is perfect to a T and it has put a strain on our relationship. I can’t stay here and be alone. Not on my own. I need someone who is here for me, with me. And actually present when he is here. We haven’t been us in a while, and I can’t bare the heartache any longer. We are a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any moment.

It started with small things. Texts getting shorter, phone calls becoming less frequent, Skype calls becoming nonexistent. Then it progressed. Our sex life became obsolete. He stopped flying me out to see him. He doesn’t look at me with the passion in his eyes. The look that would melt me into a puddle inside my stomach. He doesn’t hold me anymore. He doesn’t touch me, kiss me. Nothing. I feel alone. Shawn is so wrapped up in tour that he doesn’t have time for me anymore. He’s stressed all the time. I get that, and I want him to live his dream. I am so proud of how far he’s come. He’s worked so fucking hard for this and deserves all the opportunities coming his way, but I can’t stand being alone here anymore. It’s time to accept  that we aren’t good together anymore. But for some reason something in me says to stay. For him. One last time.

I let out a deep, shaky breath and nod my head in compliance. I look up at Shawn as he nods back at me, his face hopeful that maybe he can change my mind, but the decision is final. I get up from the chair pulling up his old t-shirt to keep it from falling off my shoulders. I slip off my pants and pull back the duvet hopping into bed. I watch Shawn as he slips out of his grey t-shirt and black jeans to climb into bed next to me. He lays his head on the pillow as his brown eyes search for the blue in mine. He’s empty, and I’m the reason for it. I hate this I really fucking do, but how can two people stay together when the happiness is gone?

He tries to be strong, sending me a soft smile and wraps his arms around me as I burry myself into his chest. He pulls me tight against him, leaving a warm, lingering kiss on my forehead saying goodnight and then, it’s silent. The both of us hanging onto this moment. Knowing this is the last time I’ll ever lay next to him. I always loved falling asleep in Shawn’s arms. It felt so safe, so right to me. Like the world could be crashing around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Because he would be there to hold me and help me face whatever problem was coming our way. But not now, this is something he can’t fix.

I can tell Shawn is now asleep by the soft snores coming from his mouth. I look up and my heart skips a beat. He looks adorable, his brown curls a mess and his mouth slightly parted, cheeks flushed. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I slide my fingers across his jawline and leave a soft kiss. My eyes wander to his nose, watching the cute way his nostrils flare as he breathes. The first night I ever slept over at his place, I caught myself watching him sleep just like now. I fell in love with the simplicity of it. So pure and innocent. His crinkled nose, his skin covered in sleep lines from where he’s been in a deep sleep. And no matter how often he would toss and turn in his sleep, his arm always remained across my body, holding me. Admiring the sweet sight in front of me, my chest tightens at the thought of leaving him. I can’t bare to see his face in the morning, broken and distraught. He’ll try and get me to change my mind, and I’m afraid I’ll give in. I’ll decide to stay and be right back where I am now, coming home everyday trying to mask the pain and emptiness. I could stay and try to work this out one more time for the sake of us. We have so many memories together, and they are all so hard to let go of. I mean, how could I just let go of us and everything we’ve been through? The only problem is, we haven’t been us in a long time, and I don’t think we will ever get back there. Walking away from our relationship is not something I ever wanted to do. This day would never have come if he would have been there the way I needed him to.

With that, I let out a strangled breath and I pull back the covers, letting my feet hit the cold floor as I walk over to the closet and pull out my large duffle bag. I begin packing my drawer that Shawn had cleared for me in his dresser a few months back. This was a hard for him to do, considering his clothes take up so much damn room. He spent the day before rearranging all his clothes around just so I would have room for my things. The day he showed it to me, the gift of the drawer was also followed with a key to his place. It was a big step in our relationship, but we were so excited for what that change would bring us. Two kids, desperately falling for one another.

I walk into the bathroom to collect some of my toiletries. Looking over at the walk-in shower, I can’t help but giggle to myself in reminiscence. Every morning before work, Shawn would take a quick shower while I sat on our sink and did my hair and makeup. He would sing different melodies he had been working on because he knew I loved to listen to him. Sometimes he would sing off key on purpose because he loved to make me laugh. And one morning I was walking past the shower to grab my makeup bag from my purse and he pulled me into the shower with him, soaking the shirt I was wearing, but I didn’t mind. We just laughed as he held me against him, leaving wet kisses all over my face as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it never worked I just continued to chuckle at how silly he was. So in love, nothing else mattered but us in that very moment. I zip my bag and quietly tip-toe around the room, careful not to wake Shawn.

I walk around the condo, making sure I haven’t left anything behind when I see it. The photo of us on Christmas Eve last year, the day he told me he loved me. We were outside his parent’s house drinking hot chocolate, my head in his lap and his fingers ran through my hair. We sat out there cuddled close to one another for hours having meaningless conversation. I looked up to see him grinning like an idiot and I reached up to boop his nose making him let out a soft laugh. After asking him why he was smiling, the words just fell out making my heart burst. He was perfect, everything I wanted. This Christmas Eve was different. Shawn was in Japan doing an album promo, and I was at my parent’s house helping them wrap presents for our other family members. I only heard from him once that day, and it was a quick have a good holiday, then nothing. Like we were acquaintance. Like the I love you meant nothing to him now.

I walk down the hall into our room for the last time, staring down at a tired Shawn still sound asleep. I lean down and give his forehead one last kiss, wiping the tear from his cheek that had fallen before I turn and head for the door. I’ll miss this apartment and him. The laughs, the memories, the tears everything. Our love was built here and slowly faded here. I turn around taking one last look at the condo as I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. We had so many great things, but I know this for the best. I grab my bag off the floor as I turn the knob. Never looking back.

Shawn’s POV 

It’s been a month since I woke to the sound of the door closing. Looking over in disbelief at the sheets on her side of the bed that were pulled back. I remember pulling myself from bed, praying this is all a horrible nightmare. Walking around the barren condo, seeing that all of her things were no longer in their place, her drawer empty. She was gone and it was my fault. I got so caught up in work, and I fucked up. I loved her but I could have shown more to her, for her. I pushed her to her limits and I hate myself for it. I was lying to myself, saying the tough times would pass. Telling myself we were still happy—that we were just going through a rough patch with me not being home as much, but I was wrong. She was broken, a girl who used to have so much happiness burning inside her. Happiness that I burned out.

The empty feeling in my chest comes and goes. Keeping myself busy in my music helps even if all of it is about her. Being in a new condo, even better. I know I’m stronger at all the places her leaving broke me. But some days, after all the work has been done, and the clutter of the day has been cleared, I still find her in the back of my mind. Sometimes I play the old videos on my phone of her dancing and singing in the kitchen, just to hear her soft voice. I’m afraid I’m going to forget just how gorgeous that sound is, for the most beautiful moments always seem to accelerate and slip beyond our grasp just when we want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

Masterlist // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by darkphannie

It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

Christmas eve sex | Draco Malfoy x reader

You studied Draco’s face as he carefully opened your gift. His beautiful blue eyes, his pale skin, his soft blonde hair, his pink lips. Everything about him was beautiful. “Thanks dear, it’s a beautiful watch. Now it’s time for my present.” He said with a smirk. Confused you started unwrapping the package. A laugh escaped your lips as you saw what was inside. “Why don’t you go try it on, love?” He winked. “Alright, give me five minutes.” You quickly ran upstairs and put on the green and silver lingerie he had given you. Just as you laid down on the bed the door opened to reveal an already shirtless Draco. “Someone’s eager.” He bit his lip as he crawled on top of you, trailing soft kisses up your body. “I’m always eager for you baby. But you know, I don’t really like the lingerie that much you should probably take it of.” You connected your lips, feeling his growing bulge against your leg. He quickly removed your bra, his fingers slightly pinching your nipple as his other hand went down to the hem of your panties. You lifted your hips so he could take them of. Without warning you felt one of his long fingers enter you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, arching your back. He added a second finger and you could already feel your orgasm getting near. You whined as he suddenly pulled his hand back. “Draco why’d you do that?” He laughed at the anger in your voice. “Patience, my love.” He said as he quickly got rid of his trousers and boxers. He slowly ran his tip between your folds. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.” He instantly slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. He groaned, feeling your tight pussy around his long cock. “F-faster Draco, p-please.” You moaned as he picked up his pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room. You buckled your hips to meet his thrusts. One of his hands was on your breast, the other next to your head, supporting him while your hands were tangled in his hair and scratching at his back. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your high approaching. “Oh that feels so good.” Draco grunted. Seconds later you gripped his arm, releasing on his dick. He looked down, seeing his cock moving in and out of you, covered in your juices, sent him over the edge as he spilled his seed into you. He thrusted a few more times before he collapsed on top of your body, the both of you breathing heavily, his penis still inside of you. You softly played with the ends of his hair as he drew small circles on your hip. “Good thing I wrote Christmas eve sex on my wish list.” He said, rolling of off you and pulling you close.

anonymous asked:

How will react the RFA if mc has her hands soo cold and put them in their cheeks, neck, stomach or somewhere else?? Sorry 4 my English uwu

Your English is so great!!

Yes, here you go! We need a fluff break.


◉ Yoosung

  • You guys were out shopping for Christmas presents
  • But you forgot your gloves T_T
  • Yoosung was busy looking at a shop window
  • You snuck up behind him and shoved your hands under his scarf and around his neck
  • OMG
  • Screamed so loud !!
  • Jumped
    • “Get AWAY MC!”
    • “YOOSUNGGGG MY HANDS ARE COLD HELP MEE!”
  • You chased him around
  • He was running for his life
  • Finally you caught him in your grasp and stuck your hands on his neck again
  • He accepted defeat
  • Whined and shivered
  • Yay you had a new personal hand warmer!

◉ Jumin

  • The penthouse was so cold
  • Why was is so cold????
  • You ran up to Jumin and pressed your hands on his cheeks
  • He literally didn’t even move for a minute
  • Like
  • Didn’t care
  • Grabbed your hands in his own and kissed them
    • “You’re cold. Hmm, perhaps we need to schedule an appointment with the doctor. I read somewhere that cold hands could mean poor circulation…we should have you checked out just to be-”
    • “Jumin! It’s just cold in here…” -_-
  • He chuckled
    • “You’re so cute. Well then, allow me to warm you up.”
  • Picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom
    • “J-JUMIN!” (//∇//)

◉ Zen

  • You were out taking a walk together to get some exercise
  • It was freeeeezing!
  • You slipped your hands underneath his shirt and onto his abs
  • Those ABS!
  • He shivered a bit and laughed
    • “You’re cold, princess!”
  • You nodded
    • “You know, they say one of the warmest spots on the body is between the legs…”
    • “ZENNNN!!!!!”
    • “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
  • Was now rushing you home before the beast was unleashed
  • But not before giving you his coat and holding your cold hands

◉ Jaehee

  • You guys were cooking dinner together
  • She was completely unsuspecting
  • You crept behind her and stuck your hands up her shirt and grabbed her sides
    • “You know MC, some people have such a problem cutting onions but really I just don’t-OH MY GAWD!”
  • Jumped a bazillion feet
  • Threw a bowl
  • She couldn’t help it
  • You just started laughing and she was laughing too
  • You didn’t mean to scare her so bad
  • Once you guys calmed down she grabbed your hands
  • Put them on her sides
    • “I can warm you up, you just need to warn me first,” she giggled and kissed you

◉ Saeyoung

  • You guys were just hanging out in the apartment
  • Laying around together in bed watching TV
  • You were so cold!
  • Cue evil grin
  • You put your cold feet on his feet
    • “GAH! Ice queen stay away!”
  • He pushed your feet away with his own and put his hands on your tummy
  • OMG
  • His hands were freezing
    • “Cold hands, NOOOOO!” you cried
  • Now it was a battle
  • You were pressing your feet everywhere in him and he was putting his hands all over you
  • Both laughing
  • You both lose and give in to the other
  • The cuddles eventually make you warm enough, though >.>

-Bonus-

◉ Saeran

  • You two were lounging on the couch together
  • He hogged the blanket and you were cold T_T
  • Slowly you crept your freezing feet over to him
  • He saw right through you
    • “Stay away.” he warned with a scowl
    • “NO! I’m cold, Saeran plsss”
  • Your toes inched closer to him and he batted them away
    • “Why you are always so damn cold?”
    • “You have the blanet, jerk! Now be a good boyfriend and help me!”
  • You stuck your feet under him and snuggled up
  • Slipped your hands under his shirt
    • “Holy SHIT WHY MC!”
  • Screamed
  • Tried to wiggle away but you were stuck to him
  • Gave up with a pouty face
    • “Damn it…fine.”
  • Pulled you in closer and rubbed your shoulder, tossing the blanket over you

◉ V

  • He was sitting on the couch listening to music and smoking his pipe
  • He didn’t even know you were home yet tbh
  • Your freezing hands were like heat seeking missiles
  • Crept up behind him on the couch and placed your hands on his neck
    • “wwwWWHHHAATT!”
  • Omg this poor boy
  • ScreECHED!
  • Threw his book and choked
  • He calmed down once he heard your laugh from behind him
    • “Not nice, MC…” he laughed and breathed a sigh of relief, “Come here, you.”
  • Pulled you over the back of the couch and into his lap
    • “Is someone cold?” he smiled
  • Rubbed your hands and kissed them, blowing warm air onto them
  • Put your hands around him and kissed you
Three Parts of Whole: Part 6

Prompt: A triad soulmate story

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You watch Wally pace the floor as you and Dick play with Connor. As Connor drives a truck across your leg you whisper, “Should we be worried?”

Dick smiles at you, “Probably. His mother is trying to rope us all into Christmas.”

Connor’s ear perk at the word and he cheers, “Santa!”  

Dick smiles at the boy, “That’s right little man! Santa is coming in just four weeks.”

“Presents!” the boy cheers before running off with his car in tow. You watch him with a smile, before Dick pulls you into his lap. His hands start massaging your shoulders, and you lean into his embrace.

“I don’t know why he’s so excited, Ollie brings home presents all the time.” You tease.

Dick kisses your neck, “Did you tell them?”

“That I’m spending Christmas here? Yes. Christmas is a time for family, and as much as I love them …”

“You are their family, just so you know. You’re basically Dinah’s little sister.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry I’m being such a grump. I’m not a big fan of Christmas.”

“Don’t let Wally hear that. Christmas is his favorite holiday. He goes all out.”

You smile, “My parents were never around. And as I got older it ended up being forgotten, so ya know …”

Dick pulls you close against his chest, “Well this Christmas will be one to remember.” He promises.

You find that Dick delivers on that promise. The first weekend of December is spent shopping for Christmas decorations. The two of you follow Wally from store to store searching for decorations for the apartment. You find yourself laughing and smiling the entire time.

In the middle of the next week you go Christmas tree shopping. Wally insists on getting a real tree. The three of you spend two hours out in the cold debating the size, smell, and price of Christmas trees.  

You spend the next night setting up, and decorating the tree. Dick plays Christmas carols through the apartment’s sound system the entire time, and you find yourself singing along with your soulmates as the night goes on. You spend three hours stringing lights and tinsel on the tree, before hanging up the ornaments.

You’re nearly done when the two of them present you with a small wrapped present. You take it a bit hesitantly but smile at what you find there, it’s an ornament with all three of your names on it along with the words “Our First Christmas.” You kiss them both, mistletoe be damned.

You spend that weekend decorating the rest of the apartment. It’s during that time that Wally’s mother and father come over. The two of you bake, and decorate while things are cooking. As the day progresses you start to realize that this is what Christmas is supposed to be; fun with friends and family.

The apartment is filled with secrets in the following days. Dick and Wally are trying to hide presents from you and each other. You’re a bit smarter about things and hide your presents at the mountain. While Conner still believed in Santa, Ollie was known for snooping for presents.

You do a lot of shopping with Artemis. Your friendship with the archer having become a more permanent fixture. As you browsed through the men’s sweater department with Artemis you ask, “When did you move in with Kaldur?”  

Your friend smiles at you, “About a week after finding out we were soulmates. I didn’t see any point in waiting. We knew each other and I wanted to be around him so …” She shrugs, “Why? Are you thinking about moving in with the guys.”

You sigh, “They talked about it at the start, but I wasn’t comfortable with it then.”

“But now?”
    You smile, “I spend more time there than I do at Dinah and Ollie’s. Which I think is right, I was never supposed to stay there permanently, but …”  

“But?”

“Some days it feels like we’re more friends than soulmates. There’s a lot of cuddling, and a few kisses, and the occasional date but …”

Artemis stares at you, “Have you talked about this with them?”

You shake your head, “I’d die of embarrassment. And doesn’t that make me clingy?”

Artemis laughs, “Those two are incredibly touchy feely, but I also know that they don’t want to pressure you into anything. They want you to voice what you want, they want to know that you’re ready for the next stop.”

“Figures, I get stuck with good guys.”

Artemis just laughs.

anonymous asked:

Newsies Christmas please? Race gives up cigars and gambling for a bit so he can afford to get the reader a present? But he doesn't tell anyone why he's doing it. Thanks!

“What are you doing?”

Race looks up from his second slice of bread, frowning at the frown on Romeo’s face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m eatin’ my lunch, Rome. Which is somethin’ you should be doin’ too.”

Romeo rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his bread. “Why don’t you got a cigar today?”

The older boy freezes for only a second before continuing to eat and and pretending nothing happened. “Just didn’t feel like it today.”

Romeo snorts disbelievingly. “You always feel like a cigar.”

“Shut up and eat your lunch.”
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Race’s fingers are beginning to freeze. It’s the week before Christmas, and his gloves could practically be fingerless after being worn down over the past three winters of working outdoors everyday. And his thin, brown jacket isn’t much help either.

But the small box cradles in his hands is worth it all.

He has been courting you, his beautiful (y/n), for almost two years now, and last year he wasn’t able to afford a Christmas present for you, or for your birthday. But this Christmas, he was determined.

Race hadn’t had one cigar since the middle of September.

All of the boys are suspicious, he knows that, but there’s no way he’d tell them it’s for a girl. He’s too stubborn for that. And he can’t wait to give you the gift he was able to buy with the money got from his own blood, sweat, tears, and love.

What he won’t tell you about are the sleepless nights and the shaking hands, itching for a cigar or just a cigarette to smoke. But he knows it’ll all be worth it to see that gorgeous smile on your face.

At that, he knocks on the front door of your quaint Queens house.

You open it within ten seconds, giving him a smile when you see it’s Race. “Hi, Race,” you start, “what are you doing here? Come on in.”

Race follows you inside, shuddering at the change of temper from bitter cold to homey warm. Your mother gives him a smile from the kitchen before retreating to your younger sibling’s room, obviously to give you both some privacy. He takes your hand and stops you before you can lead him to the living area.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long. I gotta get back to da boys before it gets too cold.”

You nod. “I understand.” Race smiles at you, at your kindness and beauty, and you smile back. A long, but comfortable silence passes between the both of you, and you clear your throat, smoothing your hair down. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Race steps back, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I, uh…I got ya somethin.’ For Christmas.”

“Race, you didn’t have to-”

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I know, I know, but I wanted ta. We’ve been together for nearly two years now, and I still haven’t been able to get ya anythin.’”

You blush and squeeze his hand. “You don’t have to get me anything.”

Race rolls his eyes. “I know, and that’s one of the reasons I love ya so much. But I should be able ta pamper my girl. So I got you something.” He takes the small box out from behind his back and holds it out to you with a grin.

Your blue eyes squint at the box curiously before taking it, untying the golden ribbon with one simple pull. Then you peel apart the adorable badly wrapped box to see a small, thin white box with a white lid. Swallowing nervously, you open the top carefully and gasp.

Inside lays a simple silver chain with beautiful silver heart hanging on it. You look up at Race with wide blue eyes, and he looks down at his worn boots.

“I know it’s not much, and you deserve-”

“No, Race,” you take his hand and pull him forward to kiss his cheek softly, “it’s beautiful. I love it.”

He smiles. “You do?”

You nod, giggling at his excitement. “Yeah, I do.”

“Ah, good.” This time he leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you, and,” he looks pointedly at your little (brother/sister)’s room, “tell your mom I said merry Christmas.”

You smile. “I will.” Then leaning forward, you take his cheek in one hand and kiss him on the lips softly. When you pull away, Race grins at you, and you blush. “Tell the boys merry Christmas from me too.”

Bridget’s Diary

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault

9/12/15

I’m going to go to a party tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I know parties are places of temptation, but my friends are all going and I just can’t help myself. They’re all purity club members, we’ll keep each other on the straight and narrow. I’m so excited, and at the same time I want to throw up because I’m so nervous. My parents obviously don’t know I’m going, I told them I’m staying at my friend Holly’s tomorrow night. I will be, kinda, just… after the party.

I will seriously throw up. This is so exciting. I just have to remember that I’m a fine china tea cup, not Styrofoam and disposable. I’m not easy, and I will remain pure until Jesus chooses my soulmate. ♥

For now though… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear!

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Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃️

Inspired by: @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:

19. “I thought you said you knew how to wrap presents!”

“Well I never said I knew how to wrap them well!”

Request from @the008.

Words: 582
Warnings: none

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Sexy Santa

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Sexy Santa
Day Three
25 Days of Christmas
Rated: Mature

Welp, it finally happened.

This was how you were going to die.

Suddenly every single horror movie you’d ever saw came back to haunt you. Were you supposed to investigate that loud sounds coming from your living room and possibly die, or were you supposed to stay in your bedroom without a weapon and wait for death to find you? Hmmm well if you took your chances with the living room you might be able to find a weapon of some sort, or at least make it to your front door.

You looked around your room, and sighed heavily. There was not a damn thing that was useful in here. Noted, you just moved in and a significant amount of your things were still in boxes. You were hoping that you at least had a box cutter with you. So much for that. 

You could hear the commotion in the living room; A combination of jingles, and grunting. Who the hell broke into your house? The world’s loudest thief? Weren’t the supposed to at least be stealthy? Grabbing a lamp off your end table you slowly made your way into the hallway.

Each step was almost louder than the other and you could feel your heart pumping out of your chest. You can do this! You tried to give yourself a pep talk. If you see him just swing on him. 

As you reached your living room you loaded up your swing seeing the burglar near your Christmas tree. Was he taking things out of his bag? He seemed to of noticed your presence and turned around to meet your stare, yelling as you screamed and dropped your lamp. “JAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

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