yes he 'ums' a lot and the way he talks

Overdramatic (a langst sickfic)

here 1/2 is the prompt for this, enjoy! (sorry if its crappy, this is my first sick fic!)

read some of of my other minifics here

To say Lance was dramatic would be an understatement. He enjoyed attention and would bask in it whenever he could, even if he got by making some things sound a little worse than they actually were. 

But that papercut he got on Tuesday? It was obviously life threatening, didn’t those strike the nerve the hardest or something? And if they did, wasn’t it imperative that he got medical attention immediately since it could mess up his whole nervous system? His actions were totally justified, no matter what Pidge might think.

Plus, that migraine (yes it was a migraine, not some small headache) he had two days ago obviously impaired him significantly, which was why he couldn’t go to training that day. Despite his pain, he was forced to go to training and on top of that, the entire team ignored his painful sorrows he grumbled as they trained. In fact, Pidge had even told him to shut up! Yeah, to say that day was a good day would also be an understatement, especially with the lecture he received from Shiro afterwards.  

All in all, Lance knew he could be a tad overdramatic at times (barely a smidge), so when he woke up today with aching limbs and a pounding headache, he knew he was actually sick. Yet he also knew the team wouldn’t believe him and after that talk with Shiro about being a team player? Lance didn’t want to start anymore trouble with the team.

He slowly pulled himself out of bed, glaring at the alarm that blared in his room before moving to get ready as fast as he could. Every movement hurt his sore body and his head would begin to spin dangerously if he moved too quickly. He could barely concentrate on putting on his socks without becoming overwhelmed with a wave of vertigo, sending his already churning stomach into a whirlpool. Before he even realized what was happening, he was retching on the floor, black spots dancing in his vision as he dazedly wiped his chin. Lance prided himself on being the cleanest of the paladins, but in that moment he was completely disgusted. Trying not to throw up again, Lance hurriedly put on the rest of his armor before making his way out of his room. By the time he reached the control room, everyone else was already there and boy were they not happy. 

“Lance, you were expected to be here over 200 ticks ago, you missed the debriefing on the mission,” Allura addressed him coldly, “You know I do not tolerate this type of behavior from anyone, even more so from a paladin!” She sniffed, eyeing him for a moment,”And you reek, please go … clean yourself in the kitchen before joining us again.” Lance could only nod silently before making his way over to the kitchen to rinse his face and mouth, catching Hunk’s small smile on the way out. He was suddenly overcome by a sudden dizziness, causing him to grip the countertop tightly as he fought the urge to throw up. He just had to make it through this mission and then he could rest up. 

Making it through the mission was easier said than done. He could barely stay up right during the debriefing and everything sounded muffled as he tried to concentrate on what Allura was saying. 

“And then.. Lance are you even paying attention?”
“Yes Princess! You were just um.. talking about the strategy we were going to use?” Allura only sighed at his response before continuing. Lance didn’t miss the glare Keith shot his way despite the black dots that were increasingly getting larger. Was that ringing always there? Lance couldn’t make out what Allura was saying over it, the ringing noise getting louder by the second. The lights seemed a whole lot brighter too suddenly, and he had to grip the table to stop himself from swaying. Despite his efforts, the room itself was already swaying and he couldn’t even make out Allura at this point or anyone to be honest. The ringing turned into a roar and then it was silent. 

“…Lance? Lance! What is wrong with him?!” Hunk yelled, immediately leaping towards his friend who was currently face down on the table. 

“He’s just acting dramatic again, he’ll wake up any minute now,” Keith retorted, eyeing Lance, “You know how he gets.” Yet even he was getting antsy as Lance sat hunched over, unmoving. Shiro placed a hesitant hand on Lance and was instantly bombarded with heat, Lance’s skin extremely hot. 

“Coran ready a healing pod, Lance is not well right now,” Shiro ordered, the table falling silent. Shiro tried to shake Lance awake and was relieved when he received a groan in response. “Lance? You need to tell use what’s wrong.” The entire team was around Lance at this point, everyone hovering around him unsure of what to do. 

“Im.. fine. ….sorry.” Lance grumbled, sitting up blearily before lurching to the side. Hunk luckily grabbed him in time, worry painted on his face. 

“Lance, you don’t need to be sorry okay? Just tell us what’s wrong,” Hunk tried, glancing down at the boy in his arms. 

“Imf… being a..nnoying..”Lance said tiredly, his eyes already slipping close,”I’m just…a little un-under the weather,” He tried to grin, but it only came out as a grimace. He missed the sad smiles when he passed out. 

Suga Daddy: Part 3

Suga Daddy: Part 3

Word count: 7.8k

Genre: smut, angst

My computer is in the shop so I had to edit on my phone. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. ^^

Parts: one | two

Originally posted by bwiseoks

It was now Friday, the first day of rehearsal. You’d gotten there a little early, deciding to stretch and mentally prepare yourself, this would be your focus for the next few months. You’d gotten a text from Yoongi this morning, wishing you luck, so you felt pretty good about today.

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A Book of Headcanons!

Ok, I have never really gotten a chance to make headcannons for Jacob so here goes nothing. These are all original so if you see something that you have written about, do let me know so I can remove it. These are all based on our 1800s Jacob, nothing modern, and purely out of spontaneous scenarios in my head so I could probably be wrong in around 80% of them. Either way, hope you like this!

Originally posted by smolprompto

- Yes, Jacob has no patience. He can give you like 5 seconds of his patience, even if you mean the world to him, but nothing more. The man doesn’t have time to wait yet you better wait for him. Oh, yes.
- Beware if you try and sneak up to him playfully.
- Don’t lose your head over his way of talking to you. 
- You either love him or hate him. No in between.
- Loyalty should be like his middle name. Though perhaps never learning the whole “Don’t trust anyone” way of living, Jacob is unconditional to a person he deems good for him or that their cause if worthy of his time and his view of justice. The man means no harm when trusting even a rock, but half the time he has no idea what’s in store for him thanks to this small little flaw of his.
- Of course he’s self conscious of his good looks but he uses them only to get what he wants. Jacob, as usual, has no time to be thinking why do the ladies fall for his charm because he’s into business. And don’t confuse that seductive look on his eyes as flirting, though he surely is an expert.
- No, he can careless of your looks if you’re a person that represents something important to him. The last thing on his mind is finding perfection when he is so misunderstood and all he seeks is someone that can accept him as he is and love him dearly.
- Yes, he’s lazy.
- Scars? Well, as much as he could pretend he doesn’t mind the probable scars on him, it does bother him that he finds them everywhere and some will be permanent. 
- He was born to be understood, not to understand.
- Jacob loves a good laugh.
- He drinks, but not because he enjoys alcohol, but because it helps numb the pain in his poor little heart. The man has issues, y’all.
- The only reason why he doesn’t sleep on the ground is because he doesn’t have time to stop running all over the place.
- Jacob only desires good for the world, despite how terrible his attempts are at making it better.

Originally posted by victoriandamefrye

- His hobbies? Having a good time with his gang or sleeping.
- Give him hugs often, he loves those.
- Yes, he’s sensible to smells and he will let you know if something either will make him vomit or will drive him nuts with euphoria.
- The words ‘quiet’, ‘discreet’, ‘plan’, ‘logic’, and, ‘lose’ are among many out of his vocabulary.
- He can knock you out with a slap, if he feels like it.
- Yes, he eats like there’s no tomorrow.
- Ezio Auditore da Firenze? More like Ezio Aduditore da LA LA LA.
- Don’t annoy him with silly talk. He’s got better things to do.
- No, he isn’t intentionally funny but everyone is so blinded by him that anything he says could be turned funny but he won’t understand why. 
- He’s a devil, and he knows it!
- Play with him because he loves to compete and win! Hide-and-seek, tag, fishing, soccer, anything! He won’t say no!
- Yes, he could be crowned the best daddy in the whole universe. Like, actually dad. But…though he doesn’t know it, he’s also a daddy.

Originally posted by britishfryes

- No! Not the hair!
- He doesn’t mind the stares on his facial scars but don’t stare for too long. There’s too much beauty around to be staring at only that.
- Definitely has a sweet tooth.
- Yes, he loves to smile.
- And he cannot do the ice treatment. He has no practice in that nor will he ever.
- Don’t even bother test his limits. He will prove you wrong even if that means losing half of London in the process.
- Fear? Um, yes he actually does feel it a lot but does a good job at getting over it and turning it to courage in seconds.
- No time to ask questions! 
- He will forever love you if you manage to somehow get him a bed big enough that fits in the train just for him.
- He knows he can sweet-talk you into anything he wants and you will leave him in awe if you somehow manage to not fall under his spell. Still, he won’t give up. He always has it his way.
- He can observe your for a minute and know your strengths and weaknesses.
- Yes, he loves to be intimidating.
- He’s bad at jokes and he doesn’t get them anyways.
- He’s not as romantic as many imagine him. He’s too much of a kid and expects you to pamper him, not the other way around but if you do your job well, the reward will be delicious.
- Keep your distance. Jacob likes his space even if he invades yours.

Originally posted by assassinscreedstuff

- He’s smart, but just street smart.
- Don’t be surprised to see him getting chased. What’s work without a little fun?
- He won’t laugh at dark humor; that’s not up his alley.
- Politics? Could we get some ice-cream instead?
- Tell him you love him; the way he will tell you the same will send shivers down your spine.
- He’s eager for an adventure even if he’s beat and is dying to sleep.
- He hates complaining but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it.
- Good luck trying to catch him.
- He doesn’t do hand-holding. He’s more of a side hugger.
- He loves originality. Surprise him!
- Don’t pull a prank on him, though.
- No Jake, Jay, or Joseph. It’s Jacob!
- He rolls his eyes often. It’s his way of showing you how much he cares.
- He always pays. Always.
- Watch your words with him because he won’t forget any conversation he has with you.
- Don’t try and get sarcastic with him. That makes him mad.
- Jacob will not listen to anyone that put boundaries to him. He will rub it in your face he does what he wants…LIKE A BOSS.
- He will likely reborn a parrot.
- And lastly,
Jacob Frye, no matter what, will be a person that you will never, ever, be able to forget once you had the delight to lie your eyes on him.

If you liked these and want some more, let me know in your replies! I was trying to stay as real as possible but I mean, we all got different perspectives on him. Either way, leave a comment if you want another book! I had fun making this one! If you want to use an exact headcannon of mine, please give credit! It wasn’t easy coming up with these many so do me a favor and tag or mention me! Thank you all!

Event: Romance Trope Drabble

Trope: Accidental Pregnancy

Character: Chibs Telford

TV: Sons of Anarchy

Warnings: none

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

°Accidental Pregnancy- CHIBS(SOA)

Taking a deep breath, I hoisted myself from the backseat of the cab and paid the driver. Tilting to the side, I picked up my bag and walked up the parking lot of Teller Morrow.

I weezed and waddled, my six month pregnant belly taking a toll on me. I was here, searching for the one person who deserved to know about this baby, Chibs Telford.

Rock music blared from garage and men yelling and joking around echoed off the concrete walls.

“Excuse me!” I called out, placing a hand on my baby bump.

“Can I help you?” An older woman in high heels came out from the office.

“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Chibs Telford,”

She looked me up and down, her eyes widening as she watched me stroke my baby bump, “Who’s asking?”


I closed my eyes at the sound of Chibs’ deep Scottish lilt.

Slowly I turned and smiled, albeit sadly, “Hey Filip,”

“Lass what are ye doin’ here?” he asked, coming up to me and giving me a hug.

I gave him a squeeze,”Can we go somewhere and talk?”


With his hand on my back, he led me across the parking lot to the picnic tables that were next to the clubhouse.

Chibs had taken out a cigarette and was about to light it when he stared at my baby bump and decided against it.

“I see yer glowin’, Love,” he said, softly.

I blushed, certainly not feeling like it. I just shrugged.

“Are ye okay? Nothin’ bad is happenin’ yer way is it?” he asked, sitting across from me.

“No… nothing bad. Um, look… I wanted to call you earlier on, but I’ve just been so busy and not any free time,”

“The wee one’s mine, isn’t it?”

“I- well… yes it is,” I stammered.

Chibs and I had slept together at a patched members birthday party.

“Grizzly sure knows how to throw a party,” Chibs chuckled.

I thought back to that night as I laughed softly, “Yeah… though the party wasn’t the memorable part,”

Chibs stroked his chin as he winked at me,”Aye. That I certainly agree with, Love,”

He watched me for a few moments before speaking again.

“Tell me about our wee one, Darlin’,”

I cleared my throat and put some hair behind my ears, “I’m six months along and we’re having a girl,”

Chibs’ eyes became glassy at the news, “And the little lass is growin’ good; not given her Mum any troubles?”

I rubbed my stomach, looking down as she kicked, “Like a weed. I had some problems with morning sickness, but that thankfully ended a couple months ago,”

Standing up, Chibs helped me from the bench and sat back down in his seat so that my bump was level with his face.

He looked up at me, his hands hovering, “Can I feel, Y/N?”

“Of course, Filip,” I whispered, running a finger over a scar.

His ring clad hands rested on the sides of my stomach and slowly rubbed all around the bump, feeling his daughter kick and squirm.

I watched him closely and felt myself tear up as he kissed the spot where a foot appeared. He then closed his eyes, sniffling as he pulled me closer to him.

“I’m gonna do right be ye both, Love. I promise ye that,”

I leaned down and kissed Filip’s forehead.

What was once an accident, turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to us.


anonymous asked:

Kastle + best friends who are The Old Married Couple but fail to notice they're falling in love until is too late

Ok. As it turns out, I’m in a very AU type of mood. 

Yo, this got long. So long I had to divide it in two chapters. This is the first. 

I hope you enjoy this, Anon. I really did love writing it. Took me longer than I thought, because the original idea was to make it a quick thing. SO much for that plan. 

Anyway, here it is.

Ordinary People, chapter 1

Two months after he moved into the apartment across the hall from her, she got a running buddy.

They were, up until then, mere acquaintances who kept their talk to the hallway. She knew he was in the army, he knew she worked as a secretary.

One night, though, she was walking back home after a long day at the office with her boss, working on his promotion and, consequently, her raise, when he, the guy from across the hall, might have saved her life.

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anonymous asked:

Jumin and MC domestic life with their 4 year old son. Jumin spoile him so much and his son loves papa so much, MC thinks their son looks a lot like Jumin but he's so shy unlike his dad.

es yes y es Y ES y e  S ik this isnt a hc request but i love this idea

  • can u just imagine this fluff of jet black hair and cold steel eyes, if it wasn’t for certain features everyone would’ve thought jumin just cloned himself
  • refuses to talk to other people most of the time
  • and not in the really awkward shy way just in a deafeningly quiet way because he’s been taught to never use vocalized pauses like “um” or “uh” 
  • jumin even gets kinda worried sometimes like does he even talk… mc where is the buttons
  • he’s so sweet and gentle and tender but with a straight face and that throws people off
  • very quiet the kid can be so fucking creepy because he can just waddle into a room and jumin is like what the fuck how long have u been behind me,,,
  • loves spending time with jumin!!! literally will cry if jumin doesn’t read him to sleep he just wants his dad )): 
  • hugs jumin a lot and just nuzzles into his side a lot
  • loves playing with elizabeth the third!!!!!!!!
  • wore suits as a kid shoutout to jumin smh
  • is surprisingly really composed for a four year old? usually they’re just rowdy little dickheads but it’s like. he’s shy and quiet and hides behind his mom’s arm in the grocery store 
  • jumin and mc take him to park walks and he always kinda hides between the two or behind the two
  • when he gets a little older he asks jumin for advice on everything and has so many in depth questions he just bases his entire character off of his own dad
  • he loves his dad and wants to be just like him and mc is like “lmao he was a mess until me wym
  • when he’s a teenager though oh boy he’s such a little SHIT
  • his features are nearly similar to jumin but he lacks that presidential smile jumin can put on that yells “you’d love doing business with me” while his son’s sideways grin warns that he bites and he’s poisonous
  • the type to stare at strangers to creep them out and never breaks eye contact
  • owns more leather jackets than jumin has ties probably
  • bad boy han
  • top of his fucking class despite his looks and super popular and generally pretty feared 
  • needs a fucking haircut like his dad tbh
  • very tall and intimidating, nearly the height of his father by now give or take a couple inches 
  • sounds literally monotone and nobody knows when he’s joking or not, nobody can tell how deep his apathetic nature goes and people are too scared to pry
  • super gentleman-y and cold just like his dad and takes similar classes to his dad
  • lowkey a softie af for fluffy animals ((:

Originally posted by itsyoungbeliever

requested?: yes 

Writer: Athena 

About: Giggle awkward Stiles smut 

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, wrap it up irl!!!

Stiles and I had just gotten back from a party, we had been drinking not much, just a few obviously he was a little tipsier than me. “Hey, hey,” he hiccuped  “we should make food,” he said throwing his hands up slightly making me chuckle “yes we should,” I paused taking my jacket off “oh so we are taking our clothes off?” He questioned with a smirk. “No,” I remarked “but how about some food to help you sober up,” patting his shoulder “Yes” was all he said. 

After some food and lots of water Stiles wasn’t as drunk. “Feeling not so stupid,” I grinned making him chuckle a little “yeah, I probably shouldn’t have drank so much,” I nodded in agreement “so, movies? He asked standing up "it’s only what like 1:30?” He continued making his way over to the wooden stairs “sure” was all I said as I followed him. We had started watching some random movie just relaxing until my awkward little Stiles started talking. “Um…Can we like,” he shifted rubbing his hands on his pants signaling he was about to say something he wasn’t very confident about. “Can we what?” I questioned smiling a little at how nervous he looked. “Can we… make out or something.” he turned red after his statement, I was silent for a second. “Or if you don’t want to do that we don’t have to like I’m not gonna push you but I’m just kinda bored and-” I cut off his rambling by kissing him. “You so adorable” I whispered onto his lips making him smiling into our kiss.  I pushed him back onto the bed giving him a passionate kiss. “Can I take your shirt off?” he asked looking up to me like a puppy, I nodded lifting my arms up so he could remove my shirt. He pulled my shirt up but it got stuck on my arms and head, he pulled harder but it still was stuck. “Oh my God shirt, way to ruin the moment.” We both laughed out. I finally pulled the shirt over my head leaning back down to kiss him giggling as I did so. “God you’re gorgeous,” Stiles smiled up to me. “You are too, handsome,” I smiled, making him blush. I moved my hands down his torso pulling his pants and boxers down, his hard on springing free, I moved back up to kiss him removing my panties and bra, seeing him watch me as if he was trying to remember every detail of my body making me feel kinda insecure at how hard he was staring, I giggled because I was feeling insecure. He smiled “Sorry, you’re just so pretty,” I threw my leg over his lap lining his dick up with my entrance moaning as i slid down onto him, he moaned as I did so. “Fuck” he moaned bringing his hands to my hips. I Started moving my hips feeling so much pleasure making me moan out, I started grinding my hips harder feeling my orgasm coming closer. “fuck I’m gonna come.” I heard Stiles say. “me too,” I said out of breath feeling my orgasm wash over me. Moaning out yelling Stiles names as I hit my high not long after I felt Stiles cum feeling the warmth run down my inner thighs as he pulled out of me. “let me clean you up,” he said out of breath standing up pulling his boxers up his legs, and walking over to the bathroom getting a warm towel. He leaned down placing the warm towel on my heat making me jump a little from being sensitive. “Thank you,” i smiled as he got back into bed cuddling until we fell asleep. 

A/N: ugh this suuuuucccckkked 

Series: Opening Act (chapter 5)

“Sorry if I woke you” I said as Andrea walked downstairs
“No you didn’t. You wanna grab breakfast?” She questioned as she fixed her hair in the mirror.
“uh I actually gotta head home, gotta pack some things for tour.”
“Alright well text me later.”

I grabbed my bag and walked out to my car, I started the car and drove home.
“Mom I’m home.” Silence, I sighed, although I’m used to being alone.

I texted Nate
Dimples🙈: hey, I have some tracks and verses in my head that I want to get out. I’m going to head to the studio. See you tonight 😊
From Dimples🙈: ok lil mama, want me to meet you there?
Dimples🙈: no it’s okay, unless you want too. Is anyone there?
From Dimples🙈: Derek might be..idk

I headed towards the studio anyways. If I was going to be stuck on a bus with him for 5 months I might as well get used to having him around.
Before walking into the studio, I took a deep breath “here goes nothing”
I walked into the room, to see Derek in the booth and John and Andrea sitting on the black leather couch. “Hey what are you doing here”?, I asked Andrea. “Oh, I left my charger here last night and I thought I would hangout”, she said. “Hey, uhh Nate isn’t here Pey, John said. "Oh I know i’m meeting him later at Ooki for dinner, I just had some song ideas”. Just then Derek walked out of the booth and handed me the headphones. “Thanks, I said quietly.

Being in the same room with Derek gave me the creeps, we exchanged minimal words and his glances caught my eyes a few times. After a hours or singing and clearing my head I was ready to head home to get ready for my date with skate.

Once I got home, I ran up to my room, starting the shower and grabbing towels and my clothes for after the shower. Once I was done washing my hair, I turned the water off and grabbed a towel wrapping my hair in it and my robe to put on my body while I did my makeup.
I put on a little makeup, some neutral eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and foundation.
I got dressed in my long sleeve, black and white stripped shirt and tucked it into my black skirt. I put on an army green vest over my shirt with knee high black socks and black,chunky boots. I loosely curled my hair and put on my vanilla perfume and lotion.

Just as I walked downstairs, my mom walked in from her late shift. "Hi honey, wow you look nice where you headed”?

“Oh, um I have a date” i said shyly.

She looked at me shocked with sparkles in her eyes

“Who’s the lucky guy”, she said nudging my arm.

“Nathan Maloley”, i said blushing.

“When do I get to meet Mr.Maloley”?

“In about 10 minutes”.

About 5 minutes later, I heard a knock at the door.

“Peyton, he gets extra points for actually coming to the door”, my mom shouted.

I giggled and opened the door to see Nate holding light pink roses.

“Oh Nate, they’re beautiful”.

“Not as beautiful as you Pey”, he said making my cheeks turn pink.

“Peyton, who is this”?

“Oh, mom this is Nate-”

“Hi Mrs. Thatcher i’m Nathan Maloley”, Nate interrupted.

They talked for about 2 minutes and I knew mom fell for his boyish charm like I did.

“Nate, I want her home by 11 and take good care of her please”,she said.

“Yes ma'am and I will like my life depended on it, he said smiling at my mom.

We walked to the jeep and he opened the door for me.

We arrived at Ooki and walked toward the hostess desk.

"Table for two”?

“Yes please”.

“Right this way”.

“Your server will be right with you”.

Just then a boy about our age with brunette hair came to our table.

“Hi my names Luke and i’ll be your server”. “What would you want to drink beautiful”?

“Oh um waters fine” i said smiling.

“And for you”?

“Water, Nate said through his teeth staring Luke down”.

After we got our drinks and ordered our food we talked a lot about our childhood and tour. Luke then brought us our plates and he winked at me.

“I swear if whatever his name is flirts with you one more time i’m gonna have to beat his ass”, Nate said.

“Oh he’s just being nice, he doesn’t like me”, I said innocently.

“Nah Pey he’s got a little crush on you”.

“You jealous Maloley”, I said raising my eyebrows.

“Peyton, I will always be jealous who is with you that isn’t me”.

As I was about to say something just as cute someone approached the table that wasn’t Luke.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Peyton and Nate”. “Hey Peyton don’t eat the whole buffet this time honey”. “One the reasons I brokeup with you”, Derek said.

“Woah, woah Derek whats your problem”? “Wait, whats he talking about Peyton”?

“Oh, I’m guessing Peyton never told you about us did she”?

“Derek please don’t, I said in a hushed tone.

The flashbacks of us being highschool sweethearts (she was a sophomore and he was a senior). The weight/weight loss struggle. The anxiety and depression. The abuse. Tears started to form in my eyes and they met Nate’s confused.

"Look Derek, thats the past now please leave us alone okay”, I said.

Nate’s hands now turned into fists.

“Aight, Aight see you later Peyton. You look good now baby, I wouldn’t mind hittin it now”, he said.

“C'mon Peyton lets get you home baby” Nate said taking my hand.

We got into the Jeep and sat there for a good 5 minutes and I kept my head down.

“You wanna talk about it”, Nate said looking into my now bloodshot eyes.

I nodded my head and told him everything, every detail. After explaining everything to Nate, we both ended up with tears streaming down our faces.

Nate’s hand came toward my face and I flinched. He look shocked and sighed.

“Peyton, I would never ever do anything to you that he did”, he said caressing my cheek.

“I’m sorry, its just whenever I cried he always ‘gave me something to cry about’”, I said putting air quotes up. I began to cry

Nate then embraced me and began stroking my hair

“Shhh, hey i’m here now baby, he said soothing me.

After about 10 minutes, we began to drive home. He had his hand on my thigh. I then became self conscious of the size of my thigh, but it was also comforting. We pulled up to the driveway and walked towards the front door.

aquaeverything  asked:

Is it too late to ask for pizzeria!jinki? With a side of extra cheesy swoonly mvp!ho? :3

“I would like to fill out an application.”

Jinki looked up from the dough he was kneading. He blinked, looked around the empty pizzeria and then back to the man standing before him. He had on an expensive suit, a very expensive suit, Vivian Westwood or Tom Ford, something that would be very hard to clean up if Jinki were to say…spill something on it. His haircut was immaculate, not a strand out of place. He had on a pair of aviators that hid his eyes.

He looked like a walking billboard. A model. A statue chiseled out of Vves St. Laurent. So why was he…

“You want to do what?!”

The man removed his shades, folded them, and slipped them into his breast pocket. “A job application.” The man held up the “Help Wanted” sign. “You are hiring aren’t you?”

Jinki smiled weakly. “I– uh, yeah. For a waiter. “

Okay, so Jinki did need the help. His pizzeria was taking off. People liked the crazy creations he came up with and the atmosphere of the shop was cozy and cultural, paying homage to both the country pizza was born from and the people who visited the shop daily. He had two other employees–Taemin, the prep guy, who helped Jinki as much as he could in the back, and Jonghyun, the waiter, who sometimes spent more time flirting with his patrons than he did waiting on them, but they seemed to love it.

Problem was, they loved it too much and Jonghyun couldn’t keep up with the ‘handsome waiter holding a pizza’ demand.

Jinki took a good look at the man before him again. It didn’t make sense. He looked like he should be approaching Jinki to buy out the restaurant, not applying to work inside of it. He was about to turn him away, wait for some summer break college kid to walk in but the man smiled shyly and Jinki gave in. 

Hell, why not.

Jinki thrust his hand out to shake the man’s hand when he realized it was covered in sticky dough. “Oh, um.” He reached for a towel and cleaned his hand off as best as he could, but gave up when he took another look at the man’s suit. Yeah, no. 

“Ever waited on tables before?”


He’ll learn. Jinki nodded.

“You’re hired.”


“That’s the place? Minho. Please tell me you’re kidding me.”

Minho scratched the back of his neck and squinted, caught between embarrassed and desperate. They were sitting across from Onew’s, Lee Jinki’s stone oven, wood fired pizzeria right in the middle of Hongdae. They both watched as the older man prepared to open shop for the lunch rush, flying around the shop with two other people as they whipped the place into perfection.

“I’m not kidding. And I start tomorrow.”

“You know,” Kibum said as he lowered his shades and took a long sip of an Americano, “most people introduce themselves, try to find like interests, ask people out on dates. They don’t apply to their place of business just so they can be closer to them. This sounds like a blurb at the bottom of a restraining order.”

“I’ve tried that,” Minho whined.“And he never remembers! You know how many times I’ve been in that pizza place? Dozens!”

“Yeah and you keep walking in their like the vogue reincarnation of the Terminator. That’s not very…warm and memorable. Or sane,” Kibum finished under his breath.

“WELL besides that! I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried smiling that smile that made Yuri melt. I tried leaving my business card and that got put in a bowl with other business cards for a chance to win a free fucking pizza. I tried ordering pizza with the words “Will you go out with me?” spelled out in pepperoni to be delivered to Jinki personally but some smart–aleck kid said he refused to help someone so pathetic.”

Kibum laughed and held his hand up for the waiter. “Have you tried talking to him?”

“That’s ridiculous idea at this point. This is going to force him to pay just a little attention to me. And plus, and I don’t want to sound like an 80’s romcom with the whole ‘I want him to come to love me for me and not–“

“The millions your family makes annually, or your shining inheritance, or your likely position as new CEO of your father’s company or–“

“Yes,” Minho said as he put a finger to Kibum’s lips,” That.”

“Good luck with that. You’re not the best secret keeper. And didn’t that genie in Aladdin say something about ‘telling the truth?’”

“This is not a Disney flick. And trust me. This will all work out.” Minho sat back in his seat. “I think.”


 Jonghyun thought Jinki couldn’t hear him creeping up behind him. The younger man never understood the concept of stealth or the fact that the fabric of his jeans zipped every time he took a step toward Jinki’s back office. He counted down the seconds before Jonghyun did something ridiculous like scream out “Boo!” or tap him on his shoulder before hiding. He did neither. A newspaper article instead was slapped down on his desk.

“Minho is an heiress.”

Jinki sighed. “An heir. The qualification for an heiress usually involves a woman.”

“Whatever, but he’s like…filthy fucking rich.” Jonghyun pouted. “He makes more money in tips than I do. He has for the last three months. That’s cosmically unfair.” Jonghyun plopped down in one of the two chairs in front of Jinki’s desk and brought his head forward until it banged against the surface. Then it sprang back up. “Wait. You knew?”

Jinki scoffed. “He walked in here wearing an outfit the cost my monthly salary. Of course I knew he was rich. I just didn’t know how rich until last night. Do you know that we are paid up on supplies until next Spring?”

“Why would I know that and what happened last night?”

Jinki grabbed a calculator and rechecked his numbers. They seemed way off. “I picked his pants up off my bathroom floor and his ID was in…the…”

He blinked as he realized what he said.

Jonghyun peered at him for a second; waiting for him to finish his sentence, then it hit him.


Jinki turned red. He grabbed his paperwork and rushed out of the office. “I’ve got to go pick up some…stuff…or yeah! Stuff! Keep up the good work! You’re an asset to this company and um! Yeah! Bu-bye!”


Jinki was halfway down the block when he finally slowed down. He was sweating, out of breath and mortified.

Yes. It was true. He was sleeping with the help.

This was NOT the way it was supposed to be! When Minho first started at the pizzeria, he needed a lot of help. He was right; he’d never waited on a table in his life. At first, Jonghyun and he would stick around after work and give him some tips–small talk (the boy was all business speak and financial jargon), how to hold the pizza tray without burning yourself, pouring drinks without spilling it…the simple stuff. But soon Jonghyun’s after work gig with his band got in the way of the training sessions and three was down to two.

At this point, Minho had caught up, learned everything he needed to know, but the two found themselves hanging around after closing hours for the hell of it. Sometimes Taemin was there, but he made it his business to not be there long, always giving Minho a look before leaving.

One night as Minho was helping him polishing silverware Jinki caught the look as Taemin made his exit.

“Are you and Taemin together or something?” he asked bluntly.

Minho dropped the fork he was shining and began to choke on air. Jinki patted him on the back until he stopped. “I take that as a yes.”

“No. You should take that as a ‘what the hell makes you think that?’” Minho wheezed.

“Oh, just the look he gives you when he leaves. It looks like…a suggestion or a hidden message or something.”


“I don’t know. Sex?”

Minho stared at Jinki and for a moment, Jinki felt the bottom of his stomach fall out because he was actually afraid of the answer. Not that he didn’t want Taemin to be happy if they were dating–he honestly didn’t know the younger man swung the same way he did, but surprises make the world go round–but Jinki…noticed Minho. The way he grinned at customers regardless of the situation, the way he handled babies–he was a natural with babies, oh my god–with such care, the way that even if Jonghyun didn’t notice, he always stuffed a dollar or two of his tips in to Jonghyun’s jar. How he was always the first to show up and the last to leave.  Minho was an even mix of humble and affluent. Plus, his face was made for worshiping.

The bottom line was…he noticed Minho in a way that he hadn’t noticed a man in a long time but what did that matter? He understood Taemin’s charm. It was bright and gravitating. They could be cute together and–

“I told Taemin I liked you and he’s been pushing me to ask you out.”

Wait. What?


“You heard me,” Minho said quietly.

“Oh. Um.”  The room suddenly felt like the inside of Jinki’s ovens. “That’s–“

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted to clear that up. There is no me and Taemin. You’re the reason I’m here. You’re the reason I started working here in the first place.”

Jinki had listed in his head, the reasons why an obviously wealthy man such as Minho would want to work for him. Rebellion or that sickly feeling rich people get in their chest when they realize that they want to for once in their lives feel like the everyday man. Or maybe he was just bored. Minho’s real reason made absolutely no sense.

“For me? But–but why?” he asked incredulous.

“I told you. I like you.”

Jinki blinked again before tipping his head back in laughter. “So you start working here?! You understand thats crazy right?”

Minho pouted.

“Look at you! Have you seen your face?  I would have talked to you if you’d said something. I’m not stupid.”

“I want to say I’ve tried that before but you wouldn’t remember.”

“Wait. When?”

“I’ve been by here a million times! You never…looked at me. Not in the way I wanted.”

Jinki blinked, his mouth hanging open. Minho’s pout deepened and Jinki pinched the bridge of his noise. He laid the last of the polished silverware in a grey tub and slid it onto the counter. “Let’s get out of here. If I see another fork tonight I’m going to scream.”

Minho’s pout was still there but he obeyed and reached for his jacket. “Yeah…that sounds like a good idea.” Slipping it on, he grabbed his cellphone and began for the door. “Night, hyung.”

Jinki looked down at his feet. “Night, Minh–would you like to come to my place for a cup of coffee? Like…right now?”

Minho stopped mid step. He turned around slowly, a look of disbelief written on his face. “Right now?”


Minho’s face brightened like a puppy in a tennis ball factory. “Absolutely.”


“So that’s how you got in his pants? Over a lousy cup of decaf store bought coffee? Ridiculous.”

“Don’t say got in his pants like that.” Minho scrunched up his nose.  “But, yeah I did. And then I did again…and again…”

“God. Please. Spare me the details such as time and date and orgasm count,” Kibum said, disgusted. “And he hasn’t figured you out by now? Your entire face is on the entire front-page of the newspaper last week.”

“It was WHAT?!”

“Have you been sniffing dough? Did you not think that there wouldn’t be picture? You’re not that stupid.”

“Yeah but I–but not the front page!” Minho groaned and carded his hands through his hair, yanking on the ends.

There was a knock on the door and Minho wanted to ignore it. He just wanted to pound his head on wall until he passed out or he came up with a way to break the news to his sorta-kinda boyfriend of one month. He began to do just that and Kibum, again, disgusted by his general lack of sense, shook his head and wandered towards Minho’s condo door.

“It’s amazing that they are going to give you complete control of a company when you–oh hello.”

“Hi, is Minho here?”

Minho stopped banging mid…bang, and looked up, recognizing the voice.

How did he…

“Yeah, he’s here. All six foot of idiot, right around that corner.”

Moments later, Kibum was guiding Jinki into the living room and he almost swallowed his gum.

He knew the man wasn’t an idiot. There was no way around not knowing that Minho was well off. He looked around his lavish condo dripping in mahogany and wood grain and groaned. He just didn’t want him to know he was this well off, not yet.

Too bad.

Jinki walked up to him silently before holding up a newspaper article.

“Heir to FlameCo attends charity banquet” plastered across the front with a big huge stupid large picture of him.


“Minho,” Jinki began but Minho raced to interrupt him.

“I’m so sorry, Jinki. I mean, I was going to tell you and it just got away from me, and I don’t want you to think I lied so I could sleep with you because I didn’t! I really like you and please don’t be mad with me. And I’ll quit. I quit right now! I just don’t want you to stop seeing me.”

Jinki’s lip hitched up. “Why would I stop seeing you? That makes the absolute opposite of sense. So you’re a little bit weird, you use weird tactics to hit on someone, but you’ve never said you weren’t an heir so I mean…what are you freaking out about? This isn’t Clambake. I’m not going to faint.”


“It’s a movie, you uncultured peon,” Kibum supplied.

Minho shot him a glare and Kibum just smiled back.

 “Anyways,” Jinki said, rolling the newspaper up and tossing it into a trashcan. “You are no longer an employee of Onew’s. You are still, however, my boyfriend.“

Minho frowned. “Okay but–“

“Oh, yeah. And stop paying my suppliers. And my rent. And I don’t need a new sign so I cancelled the order.”

“How did you–“

“I’ll see you at eight, then?” Jinki turned to Kibum. “It was nice meeting you!”

And then Jinki was gone.

“Wow. That just happened.”

“It did.” Minho glanced at the article in the trashcan. “It did.”


Um. I don’t think this is what you asked for but the point is I TRIED. Right? 

You know what? I get it. I get why Sentinel has made it so far.

The Autobot machine exists to serve and reassure itself of its superiority. Ultra Magnus had told OP that he wasn’t hero material… but clearly their definition of hero is different from “person who does what is right even when it’s hard” etc. I think what Magnus wanted to see was an unquestioning, loyal bot… just look at Omega Supreme! Their ideal soldier/weapon is someone who can hardly think for themselves, falls in line, and protects Autobots even at the cost of their life. They talk about “the greater good”, but really they are just talking about preserving the Autobot regime.

Sentinel is a ‘yes man’– always telling UM what he wants to hear, and aggressively doing what he can to preserve the Autobot way of function. He’s an idiot in a lot of ways, and I think UM knows this. There are bigger forces at work here. I think UM lined up Sentinel as his successor because he wanted someone SO DENSE, and SO LOYAL and rooted in the Autobot way that in the event he goes offline he can bet within a degree of certainty that THEY will continue carrying out what he had established. Sentinel hates organics; Sentinel distrusts Decepticons; Sentinel DOES want to keep Autobots alive, and is willing to sacrifice anyone or anything to see that happen… kinda like how UM onlined Omega Supreme, knowing full well that this sentient being would someday pay the ultimate price.

The Magnus doesn’t like to get his hands dirty unless he has to… and this why OP was not 'hero material’. He wholly accepted the blame for what happened with Elita-1– unacceptable behavior for someone who would be in the public eye and a source of morale. OP is too much of a free thinker– he befriended organics and has made compromises with Decepticons to save lives. That’s different; that’s not what Autobots do. The Magnus is supposed to be this impeccable figure… and I’ll bet Ultra had groomed Sentinel to be more of a figureHEAD than a new and independent rule, continuing the plans for society HE had set in motion for generations to come.

it's been a year- frerard oneshot

For Frank it really wasn’t his choice to be depressed. Nope. Not at all.

And it was cliche but Frank fell asleep crying everyday. Because he missed him so much. But Gerard, no, he didn’t miss Frank back. And what made it worse was the fact that Gerard broke Frank’s heart along with My Chem. Gerard never answers his texts. Never responds to his calls. Never fucking reads his letters. And to others, they wouldn’t have known better then to think Gerard was dead. But Frank knew somehow that Gerard wasn’t. That deep down inside, Gerard was ignoring him.


Sometimes the rain beats rhythmically to the rush of the cars outside. And sometimes the silence is so quiet Frank can almost hear his own thoughts missing his heart. And it’s on these unwashed quiet times does Frank take out his memories. It begins, of course, with the photo album he kept on tour.

The first picture is of Gerard and him. You can ask anyone to say something about the photo, and they’d immediately point out the love that’s evident between Frank and Gerard. Gerard’s fingertips were brushed onto Frank’s shoulder, and his sweaty body was plastered next to Frank’s. Both smiling so hard it was almost painful.

And perhaps it was the dull ache in his heart that caused the slight dampness to form under the tired eyes of Frank.

Frank would shake his head, and look to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling because he knows that Gerard doesn’t care. And the anger all streams back. Frank seethes silently with the album sprawled out in front of him. It just wasn’t fair that Gerard took two of the most important things away from Frank- the band and Gerard’s love. And it wasn’t fair that Gerard refuses to even keep in contact with Frank.

But sometimes Frank misses Gerard too much to be angry, and he only wants him back.


There are times when it’s overly sunny in Belleville too. These are the days that pisses Frank off. Why is the world allowed to be happy when all Frank wanted to do was sulk in the morbid environment of his apartment? And for this reason, Frank likes to lock himself in his room and listen to angry songs by Black Flag.

Frank’s mom visited him once too. She likes to tell him that Frank needed to move on. To which Frank responds with an eye roll and a snarky comment about his twelve years of life being wasted on a band. And it was true. Twelve best years of his life simply gone because of Gerard.

Linda would simply click her tongue and shake her head with a sad smile formed onto her winter chapped lips. Frank tries not to feel guilty.

Before Frank goes to sleep that day, he thinks to himself- what made Gerard break him and the band?


There are times when a mother does things for her son that makes her son go crazy, and today was one of those days. Linda had scheduled an appointment with the therapist for Frank. 

“Honey, you need to rebuild your life,” Linda had said over the phone. Frank just grumbled an incoherent response and hung up on her (which he immediately felt bad for afterwards).

It really wasn’t Linda’s fault, but Frank still it out of bed a little frustrated. He still put on decent clothing with huffed breathes. And he still sorta wanted to strangle someone. Yet he suppressed those feelings as he got into his beat up car.


It wasn’t really a place Frank thought he’d be arriving at. The building was dingy covered in some sort a plant that probably didn’t know what personal space was. And the area generally gave off creepy vibes to Frank. But Frank really didn’t care.

The double doors swung open before Frank even touched them. As if the mere motion of walking towards it was enough for the paperthin doors to open. The floor was grimy. And truth be told, the place was a fucking mess.

But when Frank looked up, he was met with a set of alarmingly blue eyes that felt as though they pierced into him. The man introduced himself as Hayden, and he stuck out a hand for Frank to shake. Frank awkwardly shook his hand and choked out his own name too.

“F-Frank Iero.” Frank cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, I’m here to see a therapist, at um, 4:30 pm with Dr. Nestor?”

“Ah yes. Right this way Mr. Iero.” Hayden says.

Hayden led the way down a dark hallway decorated by doors that opened to who knows where. Frank would tap on his knuckles or shift his eyes away from the dirt on the floor to distract himself from the ominous feeling he had from this place. Hayden talked a lot too. And perhaps Frank was just nostalgic, but Hayden’s constant talking and questioning reminded him of Gerard. Frank didn’t even try to hide the twisting feeling in his stomach.

The tap of both their feet seemed to echo off the lonely walls.


Dr. Nestor turned out to be so much more than what Frank originally thought she’d be. Maybe it was the contagious smile that she had. Or way she really seemed to know who Frank was despite the fact that they only met a few minutes ago. And for once in eight months, Frank laughed a real and genuinely happy laugh.


Three months later

Frank really had no idea what was going on. The flash of his clock showed to him, that it was only three am, otherwise known was too fucking early to wake up. However, the insistent ring of his phone kept him from going back to sleep.

Perhaps it was the sheer fact that the caller ID read: Gerard Way, but either way, Frank immediately shot up from bed. He cradled the phone in one hand and scratched at his eyes with the other. It was impossible. Right when Frank was adjusting to his life, Gerard decided to ruin it. And for once, Frank doesn’t want Gerard to talk to him. For once, Frank doesn’t try to stop the salty tears that run down his cheek.


“F-Frank, I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry Frank. P-Please Frank. Please pick up. Frank.”

Frank played the message over. Played it until his fingers ached from the numbed motion of pressing his phone. Until his tears drowned out all his senses. Frank could hear the whispered undertones of guilt and depression. He could make out the quivering of apology in Gerard’s voice.

Frank closed his eyes and wished never to open them again.

Frank’s own tears didn’t just fall. No, the salty droplets skated down his tired face and melted into his damp shirt. Maybe it was the fact that Gerard kept calling him, each voice message sorrier then the next.

And maybe it was the part of Frank’s heart that told him that Gerard still cared for him that made Frank pick up the phone.


Frank didn’t care about the cold or the dark as he sat outside of his apartment door in his pajamas. Frank didn’t even look up as he heard that familiar shuffling of feet, and those cold hands that carried Frank up. Frank didn’t even flinch when he heard the voice whisper curses and swears about Frank’s smallness. That pale, pale skin that caressed and held him tight.

He let himself be carried into the apartment and onto the yellowed and dingy couch. Frank could smell the nicotine on Gerard’s denim jacket, and the musky scent on his arms. And at that moment, Frank realized how much he missed the company of Gerard. The way that Gerard’s body fit perfectly with Frank. Or the way that Gerard rubbed his thumb over Frank’s knuckles when they held hands. The way that Gerard made Frank feel whole and smile big for the world to see.

Gerard stared at Frank. His Frank. And Frank gazed back into those murky green eyes.

Sometime between there lost looks at eachother, Frank fell asleep. But this time, he didn’t fall asleep crying. He fell asleep knowing that he woke up he would see the face of someone that came back for him. That still cared for him even though they both ignored eachother for almost an year.


The pearly color of the morning sky washed over the faces of Frank and Gerard and Frank felt the lips of Gerard on his clammy skin. He felt Gerard shift beside him and his chapped lips pull up next to Frank’s ear.

“I’m sorry Frankie.”

And that was all it took for Frank’s eyes to water dangerously and for his lips to make its way over to Gerard’s lips. And they both cried and kissed to make up for the year that they didn’t get to.

Frank’s breathe ghosted over Gerard as he leaned over and whispered ever so silent, “I think I love you.”

And the response that he got back fixed Frank’s broken heart.

“I think I love you too.”

Author Note: This is all fake. Never happened. Just a disclaimer. Comments and  critisism is welcome, just leave a message in my inbox. :) 

“We Can’t Be ‘Just Friends’ Anymore.”- Niall Horan (Request AU)


Y/B/N= Your Boyfriend’s Name

He hated all of your boyfriends. Every single one. And he made it quite obvious. But this particular one, he just despised. Every time you would say he was going to come over, he would groan and complain, eventually convincing you to cancel or he would leave before your boyfriend would arrive. He was jealous. If there was a scale of 1 to 10 for jealously, he was a 12. He loved you. God, did he love you. He knew it from the day you two stole each other’s innocence. 

*Six Years Ago*

“Ni, I can’t do this anymore. I’m the only one in my class who hasn’t had sex yet, and I want to wait for the right person, but I don’ think he’ll ever come along,” you cry, sharp breaths flowing in and out of your chest as you relive the thoughts in your head. You loved your best friend and you wanted nothing more than for him to love you back, but you knew that it was a far, far off chance.

“Hey, hey. Don’ think like ‘at. Any guy would be lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I want the person that I lose mine to, to be my best friend and be we’ll be completely in love with each other. But I don’ even know if that’ll happen,” Niall sighs, taking your hand and pulling you close, breathing out as soon as he feels your arms wrap around his waist. He liked you a lot, he knew that for sure. But he didn’t just want to say, ‘Oh, Y/N, I think we should take each other’s virginity.’ He wanted it to be special, but hell, any night he spends with you is special.

“Ni, promise me, that when I ask you this, you won’ stop being my best friend,” you say to him. You’re both laying on your bed, your arms detaching themselves from his waist, and looking up at his face. Your parents were away for the weekend, and knowing Niall, they thought nothing of letting him sleep over.

“I promise. Nothing could ever change our friendship or the way I feel about you, Y/N,” he says, leaning up and staring at your eyes, never letting go of your hands.

“Why don’ we, um, like, do ‘it’ with each other. You know, get our first time done with someone we care about a lot. Like obviously it’s up to you but, um. I’m just going to stop talking now,” you giggle nervously, and Niall could feel his heart grow twice its size in his chest. 

“Yes, uh, I mean, um, yeah. That sounds cool,” he says, trying to hide the immediate growth coming from his jeans. 

“Niall, ‘cool’ is not what a girl wants to hear when she’s asking you to take her virginity,” you laugh climbing into his lap.

“Um, well, yeah. What’d you wan’ me to say,” he replies, voice coming out in rasps as he tries not to moan at the pressure from you sitting on him.

“I don’ know. But then again, I don’ know where to start with ‘dis either,” you giggle, and that’s when he knows. He hears your giggle and he can’t help but giggle himself.

He leans in first to kiss you, both of your mouths moving in sync, as if you were made to be together. Your hands attached themselves at the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape, earning a moan in your mouth from him. You smile a bit, but it only causes Niall to smile, too. He attaches his hands to your waist, and his fingers rub tiny circles at the very top of your bum, which caused you to gasp a little, giving Niall a bit of satisfaction.

He pushes you over a bit, leaving his hands on each side of your head and your legs still wrapped around his waist, pulling his pelvis much closer to your own, earning another strained groan from him. “Are you okay?” he asks, pulling away the tiniest bit, allowing himself to view the work of swollen lips that are taking residence on your face.

“Yeah, are you?” you laugh, taking his strangled whines and groans into consideration. “Maybe you should just take your jeans off,” you say, voice coming out more as a question than in confidence.

“Yeah, um, okay,” he says, lifting himself off of you quickly ridding himself of his skin-tight jeans as you do the same. He automatically blushes as he realises just how hard he had become from you two kissing. You smile and lean back up to kiss him, thanking yourself secretly for wearing a cute thong around the house today. 

He’s kissing you, leaving small love bites in places that could be easily covered, earning another small moan from you. Your neck is tilted to the side, giving him more access than you both realised. His hands are sliding under your shirt, looking up at you for your approval, you nod your head quickly, lifting yourself up ever so slightly to ease the process.

“Shite,” he whispers under his breath. This is the first time he’s ever actually seen your chest. Your bikinis paid you no justice. He kisses around both, earning another moan from you. 

You grab hold of his neckline, pulling his shirt above his head and bring him up to kiss you. You had never felt so attracted to someone in your life. He was so amazing in your eyes. You’d been best friend since age 15. Even after he’d gone to X Factor and became a sensation, he’d always make time for you. Whether it be flying you out to a concert, or making special trips to see you at home, he was there. And here you are, age 18, losing your virginity to your best friend, and love of your life. You weren’t scared, or felt conscious of your body. It was Niall. He always told you that you looked beautiful, even when you were on your period and had your hair in a top knot and makeup smudged under your eyes.

Before you could think, you had removed your own bra, letting the rest of your body free, before Niall asked to get rid of the thin material separating him from you. He didn’t know what to do. Truthfully, he’d never really been interested in porn or anything of the sort, he just believed that when the time came ‘round, he would know what to do. And his instinct came quick. He leaned down, pressing two fingers by the most sensitive area on a woman’s body, something he only learned about because his best mates had talked about it before, and he heard the most beautiful sound- you asking him to continue. Your voice was hoarse, like you’d just regained it from losing it. He had no idea what he’d done, but he did it again, this time moving in circles, and creating a lovely sight. Your eyes were shut, focused on the pleasure that you’d never felt before. He placed one finger inside of you, really concentrating to make sure he didn’t hurt you, and when you moaned that it felt good and he hit the right spot, he put another finger in, not daring to do anymore than that.

He didn’t think he could enjoy you anymore than seeing you unravel in front of him. You eyes were closed and your body tensed as your first orgasm ever danced through your body. When it was done, and you were catching your breath, you couldn’t even use words. All you did was sit up and reach for his member, ridding him of his briefs that you had grown extremely fond of over the last half hour. Your hands wrapped around him, slowly gliding up and down, earning a relieved moan from his lips. You continued this motion, eventually gracefully grazing the tip, where a whine escaped his mouth, letting you know where he truly wanted you. You had one hand lightly rubbing the tip, the other sliding up and down his member, and before you could tell what was happening, he was moaning loudly as his own climax came over him. 

You had both just given each other your first orgasms. Neither one of you knew what to expect for the next portion of your endeavor. Niall was scared of hurting you, and you were just scared of it hurting. Before he put himself in you, he asked again if you were okay and if it was alright that he do this, insisting you could stop now. You pulled him in close, kissing his lips passionately as he slid in. You heard him moan in pleasure as you muffled a whimper, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate this new being in an area that had been untouched for years. He asks again if your okay, and you just nod before telling him to move again. He pulls himself out before inserting himself back him, this time at a bit of a faster pace, still painfully slow, but more comfortable for you. He repeats these motions until you ask for a faster pace, both of you knowing that another climax was building. The condom that Niall had slipped on beforehand was a lifesaver, both of you knowing that becoming pregnant was not an option for you two at the moment. He thrusts a couple more times before you both experience your second orgasm at the same time, moans of pleasure filling your bedroom, and pants following behind as Niall rolled off of you, quickly throwing away his trash and climbing back into your bed.

“Thank you,” you whisper before falling to sleep. Your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispers against your hair. You heard him, and you wanted to say it back, but he was leaving for tour again soon, and a revelation like that would not end well with him leaving for another nine months. The next morning was like nothing had happened. Well something changed. You two were a bit more cuddly than normal, but no one paid much attention. You had cleaned up your room, taken a shower, and eaten breakfast together before saying goodbye and parting ways.

You had lost your innocence to your best friend. But if only he knew that that was the best night of your entire life.


“Niall, I think Y/B/N is going to come over tonight to watch a movie. Is that alright if I invite him?” you ask, looking towards Niall for an answer. He was on his phone, probably scrolling through Twitter or texting the Boys, but you weren’t sure as to why he had seemed so mad at you when he came around to visit this last week.

He got to your new flat and once he saw that your boyfriend was over, his attitude changed. Although you two spent most of his trip together, he would still get angry and upset when Y/B/N would drop by. He wanted to spend time with his best friend. His love. The person that he loved more than anything on this planet. He was going on tour in five days, for a four-month leg and he was so bent on whether or not to ask you to join him. You had a small job, but you didn’t really need it. You had plenty of money from working during your Sixth form, and only had this job for savings. You could very easily quit and join him once you graduated from UNI. You only had a month left, the next few weeks being completely finals, which Niall had been helping you study for, then you were done and had your degree.

“Ni, what’s wrong? You’ve not spoken to me since after dinner,” you say, closing the message on your phone, not bothering to send it, and going to sit next to him on the settee.

“Nothing, Y/N. Just leave it alone. If you wan’a spend time with your boyfriend go ‘head. I don’ really care,” he huffs, locking his phone and going back to his room (which you had set up for when he came to visit, as it was normally the guest room).

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” you ask in a quiet voice, careful not to wake the neighbors next door. You walk after him, pushing the door open after he’d closed it ever so slightly. “You’re my best friend, of course I want to spend time with you.” You tap on his shoulder to turn him around, but out of no where, Niall snaps around and kisses you. 

His hands are holding your cheeks and your hands are attached at his hips, as if they’d never forgotten where to go. You mouths danced together, not one beat missed. You molded together perfect, and your were just now starting to figure it out. As he pulls away, you feel your body sink with the lack of touch.

“We can’t be ‘just friends’ anymore, Y/N. I love you. I am in love with you. I have been since that night we spent together six years ago. You were my first. And it’s taken me this long to work up the courage to tell you how I feel,” he says, taking a deep breath and pulling you in between his legs as he sits on the bed. “I hate when you have a boyfriend because I know that they are never going to love you the way I do. You are never going to be treated the way that you should be. I will always treat you the way you rightfully deserve, because God knows you’ve earned it. You’re supposed to be a princess, and be treated like one. I will always love you. Just give me the chance to prove it to you,” he says, voice becoming raspier as he spills every single word he’s ever wanted to say to you out. He staring at you eyes for any sign, but no luck is given because all he can see is tears filling your vision.

“Niall, I love you, too,” you say, a tear falling down your cheek as you smile and wrap your arms around his neck once he jumps off the mattress. You both are kissing and neither of you hear the front door open. You both are smiling and kissing and hugging each other and your hands are roaming each other’s bodies.

You had forgotten that you already talked to Y/B/N about coming over, and then you never sent the text not to come. The door opened and closed, footsteps nearing your bedroom, but you were too wrapped up in your emotions to hear anything besides Niall. “I knew there was something between you two. I’m sorry I got in the way. I hope you’re happy, Y/N,” Y/B/N says, walking back out of the door, leaving his key inside before leaving. There was no regret when you heard that door shut. You just kept Niall close to you, hugging him and reassuring him that you loved him and wanted him with you.

“I love you so damn much, Y/N. I’ve been waiting years to say it to you,” he whispers against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, as if you were going to disappear from his presence at any moment.

“But you did say it to me. That one night, the one that we slept together. You thought I was asleep and you said you loved me. Niall, I love you, too. A lot. A whole lot, actually,” you laugh, leaning your forehead against his. “Niall, make love to me,” you whisper in his ear, kissing down his jaw line, feeling his body shiver from the contact.

“Gladly, baby,” he says, lifting you up and kissing you. He makes his way across the hall, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding you tightly from the underside of your thighs. He gently lays you down, tearing every article of clothing off from each other, and spends the night making love to you. It was hard in the beginning. You hadn’t had sex with anyone but Niall that one night, and he obviously had had sex a few times since his first experience with you. He was gentle, and caring, and loving, and you couldn’t have asked for a better man to spend the night with. You two went into the early hours of the morning, sleep not the first thing on your mind. You loved each other. You both openly said that you loved each other and it had been a reality.


The next morning, you woke up to humming and Niall playing with your hair. Your head was pressed in his neck and his fingers were brushing lightly through the knots. You placed a tiny kiss on his chest, causing him to turn lightly and look down at you. “I love you,” he whispers, pulling your chin closer to his face so he could kiss you.

“I love you, too,” you say, holding the sheet close to cover your naked body.

“Y/N, what’d you say ‘bout joining me on tour? Like ‘dis way we can spend time together and work on us as a couple and things,” Niall says, looking at you, eyes slightly showing a sign of nervousness.

“Who said we were a couple, Horan?” you laugh, immediately giving him a kiss to reassure that you, in fact, were very much available and ready to take on that role. “I would love to join you on tour. And yes, this way, we can fully start a nice relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d really, truly enjoy that. I’m finishing my finals this week, and then we can go from there. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. You have no idea,” Niall says, giving you another kiss.

Neither of you truly understood the love that you had for each other. It was a love that was indescribable and beautiful. You could look at Niall and feel your heart swell. Niall looks at you, and butterflies roam about in his belly and he has no control of it. All you both know for sure is that you are so happy that you are not ‘just friends’ any longer.

Hi, darlings.

Here is request two for the night. I’m about to head to bed so I can finish up the rest of the requests tomorrow in the day. I am really happy with how this story is playing out for Niall and Y/N, and I think I am going to keep this story-line as the main plot for my series in particular.

Please let me know if you have any feedback.

If you have any other requests, feel free to send in.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

Ask a Stupid Question

Title: Ask a Stupid Question
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairings: Ennoshita Chikara/Futakuchi Kenji
Summary: Captains Futakuchi, Ennoshita, Yahaba, and Shirabu are interviewed for a TV spot. Futakuchi has a little too much fun. (Datekou Week Day 5: Time)
Word Count: 1975

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Castiel Appreciation

If you have read my bio or scrolled through my blog recently, you may have noticed I am a bit of a Cas girl. I love Castiel to the point of physical pain, so this post is going to be easy for me.

1. He is played by Misha Collins…. nuff said? I don’t want this post to get too long.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. He has a big heart. Unlike any other angel we have met on the show, Castiel loves his Father’s creation. He loves the Winchesters. He would do anything (and has done everything) to save the world. He has given his life multiple times for the greater good.

3. #character development:  “What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You’ll be at peace. Even with Sam.” (4x22) “Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.” (6x17)  “It’s where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on Earth and in Heaven, I didn’t deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I… I planned to stay all along. I just didn’t know how to tell you. You can’t save everyone, my friend… though, you try.” (8x17) "I didn’t want to hurt any of them. I want to help you. I will devote my life to helping you all.“ (9x01) "I’m no leader, Hannah. I never was. I just want to be an angel.” (9x23) “It’s what the humans do. They say they’re fine. And even if I—I don’t look it, you say I look well, and that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.” (10x03) “Yes, well, um… Before, I was very self-assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path. It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.” (10x09)

4. In spite of the fact that a majority of his existence was spent as the captain of a garrison and a very Important Angel, he is meek and gentle. >.<

5. He has been through a lot of crap. (Naomi’s torture and manipulation, unjust treatment from other angels and even the Winchesters, Metatron’s manipulation and betrayal, etc.) In other words, we need an episode focused solely on Cas lounging in the bunker with hot chocolate, blankets, and Netflix.

6. I think a lot of people (esp. Cas haters) forget that even when Cas was playing God and he wasn’t in full control of himself, he was still only trying to fix the world (besides smiting, he also spent a lot of time healing lepers and the blind). The only humans he was said to have killed were the KKK, various hypocritical religious leaders, and other corrupt individuals, and I got the impression he only killed the angels who were on Raphael’s Apocalypse 2.0 team. Once he began killing without cause, however, that’s when he, an over-powered Angel of the Lord, went to the Winchesters and Bobby, humans other angels would have deemed insignificant, for help. (Maybe I’m wrong; you can correct me.) He likely saved way more people than he harmed, and I think he has paid enough penance for his actions since.

7. His sense of humor.

Bonus: He is a kitty.


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